Savannah didn't know what to expect as Dr. Stone handed the VCR to Agent Morgan, who hooked it up to the TV in the far corner of the office. Garcia handed him the tape she carried in, and that was when Savannah knew she was to be watching the tape. Instantly her body was shaking, and the tape hadn't even been put in the VHS.

Mr. Meyes shook his head and rubbed his face with his hands. "I had a feeling this wasn't a good idea."

"It's the only way to prove it's him," Agent Rossi said.

Savannah's knees buckled as she shook, and instantly Mr. Meyes was catching her and carrying her over to a chair. "I don't want to see it. I don't want to see her. It made you cry. What will it do to me?"

Mr. Meyes' eyes were tearing up again. "I know you don't want to see it. I don't want to see it again either. But we have to be strong and watch the video so we can try to identify who Father Jupiter is. It's the only way to prove who it is. If you recognize the voice, they know who it is."

Savannah nodded slowly, wrapping her arms around Mr. Meyes shoulders. "Don't leave me."

It was obvious Mr. Meyes' heart broke, as his voice was soft and fragile. "I won't, Savannah." The tears were evident in his voice. "I won't leave you. I will never leave you."

Savannah nodded and looked at Agent Rossi, who closed his eyes and said, "Play the tape, Hotch."

Agent Hotchner wiped his eyes with his thumbs before pressing a button on the VCR. Instantly the screen displayed Mrs. Meyes chained by her wrists and dangling from the ceiling. That image alone looked shockingly familiar.

"Mom..." Savannah whispered. "Just like Mom..."

Mr. Meyes shifted his arm so he could gauge her reaction. So far, Savannah's eyes were widening, her bottom lip quivering, and her grip on Mr. Meyes' left hand tightening as Father Jupiter spoke.

"Now...experiment!" he shouted.

Savannah screamed. "NO! DADDY DON'T HURT HER!"

"TURN IT OFF!" Agent Rossi cried as Savannah fought against Mr. Meyes' suddenly iron grip around her waist as she tried to rush to the TV to...do something. She hadn't thought that through. She wanted to save Mrs. Meyes, but how could she do that when she didn't even know where she was?

Agent Morgan instantly pulled the plug on the TV, not bothering to turn off the TV and VCR properly.

Savannah kept on shouting at the blank TV screen. "Daddy, don't hurt her! Daddy, what's wrong with you? Daddy, stop it! It hurts! Daddy how could you?!"

Mr. Meyes slowly began to speak in a calming voice, but his voice was lost in her shouts.

JJ finally walked over and put her hands on Savannah's shoulders, her head blocking the TV. "Savannah, hush. It's over. There's nothing we can do at the moment. It's already happened."

Savannah's breathing slowly returned to normal (she never realized she'd been hyperventilating) as her heart slowed to a steady beat. Mr. Meyes' grip on her loosened as Savannah began to sit. She missed the chair, however, and instead found herself sitting cross-legged on the rough blue carpet.

Dr. Stone came over and looked at her face, shining a quick light in her eyes before pressing his fingers to her wrist and looking at his watch. "Good." He stood, then said, "Feel free to ask her. She's medically stable."

Agent Rossi nodded, then knelt to look at Savannah better. "Savannah...are you sure that was your father's voice?"

Savannah nodded furiously. "I know that voice. Everything was fuzzy a few minutes ago, but now it's crystal clear. That man...my father...he killed my mother right in front of me. Years...six years of neglect and abuse...and Aryanna!"

Everyone jumped at her sudden cry of the woman's name. Agent Hotchner asked, "What about her?"

Savannah swallowed before she explained. "She was a good friend of my parents, over almost every week with her boyfriend then fiancée then eventually and obviously husband Sean. Whenever they were over, I was never there. My father would lock me in my room, sometimes tying me up and gagging me and throwing me in the old baby crib he'd modified to make a cage for me. As soon as they would leave, my father would take me out of my room and start beating me in the basement, throwing me against the walls and floor, punching me, kicking me, everything. Then he'd put me in a dog crate and grab my mother and do the same to her, but she'd always get it worse. He wouldn't stop until he was exhausted, and when he was he'd choke her until she was unconscious. Then he'd drag her and put her in the dog crate with me before taking me out and taking me to the kitchen. He liked to boil water then pour it on my...you know, down there...then shove me in an ice bath before he finally put me in the baby crib and went to bed. It didn't matter what time it was; it would simply happen. He rarely beat us anywhere other than the basement, but there were times where he would beat my mother in the kitchen then make her prepare a huge meal, making us watch him eat it all, then she'd be forced to cook another feast and then he'd invite some of his friends over. I'm pretty sure that his friends were actually other members of the cult, but I really wouldn't know at the moment. Aryanna was there at lot on what I figured were the weekends (I didn't get to look at a calendar much), and my mom liked to read her books when my father wasn't home. I think Aryanna knew about the abuse, but I don't think she knew about me."

Savannah paused. "Can I...simply get this all off my chest? I'm really not too sure what could be helpful for you guys, but this is really helpful for me."

Agent Rossi nodded. "Of course. Say whatever you want."

Savannah nodded. "Thanks. Just a warning: my memories are unbelievably graphic."

Agent Rossi waved his hand. "We're used to it."

Spencer swallowed before nodding for her to continue.

Taking a deep breath, she did. "The final time he hurt us... I think it was a Thursday from the way it felt, but I couldn't be sure: I hardly knew how to speak and read let alone tell time and read a calendar. My mother had been caught reading to me - the book was one of our favorites mostly because it seemed so fake compared to what we were going through - and my father was furious. He grabbed the book from my mother and grabbed my wrist, yanking me from my mother's protective grasp. My mother actually fought this time, yelling at him to stop because what he was doing was wrong, but my father simply decked her and dragged me away. My mother followed, trying to get me away from him, only to be picked up and thrown down the basement stairs. There were so many snaps I was surprised when she tried to get back up again. My father then dragged me downstairs and tied me up and gagged me before beating my mother more. Then he untied me and chained me by my wrists to the ceiling, taking out his whip and began to whip me. My mother kept screaming at him, telling him to stop because it was wrong, but he kept calling her Hera and me Persephone, shouting that we were bound for the Fields of Punishment due to our being Greek and not Roman like he was. I didn't understand it back then, only understanding that this time, he was going to kill us. The last thing I remembered was him starting to stab my mother before the world went dark. The next thing I see is the bright lights of the hospital, feeling panicked because I didn't know where I was but I knew it couldn't be good. Had someone found out and called the police and had me taken away? I told myself I had to stop this mess because nothing could bring my mother back - I knew she was dead because I remember my father shouting, "THIS IS OVERKILL!" while he was stabbing her before I blacked out - and as soon as I saw you, Agent Rossi, standing out in the hallway talking to a man in a white coat that I later learned was my doctor, I told myself I had to forget everything so I could protect my mother despite her being dead. I told myself the only way to help would be to forget, that I'd be doing something for myself that I deserved and needed to do. I needed to forget. I wanted to forget. The next thing I knew was I knew nothing."

Mr. Meyes had collapsed onto the floor next to her, his head hanging in his hands, crying silently. Agent Prentiss and JJ were almost holding each other, JJ crying and Agent Prentiss biting her lip to prevent herself from crying. Agent Morgan looked like he was about to kill something or someone. Agent Hotchner looked...well, impassive, minus those tears that trickled from his eyes. Agent Rossi closed his eyes and shook his head as Spencer collapsed in the chair behind Mr. Meyes, in tearful shock. Garcia's right hand was pressed to her mouth as she watched from behind her laptop at Dr. Stone's desk. Dr. Stone himself was shaking his head in the corner, eyes closed.

Agent Rossi was the first to speak. "That's...quite the memory."

Spencer closed his eyes and sputtered, "This is what Aryanna is probably going through now."

Garcia jumped quite suddenly. "Got it!"

Everyone turned their heads to face her.

"The address...the only place listed under any of the possible aliases Harvey Matthews could have used is an old hunting lodge. Oddly enough, it's in Hazard, Kentucky," Garcia said.

"The alias?" Agent Hotchner asked.

Garcia giggled. "He's so uncreative: Matthew Harvey Jupiter."

Agent Hotchner nodded. "And the address?"

"Just off Campbell Fork Road. There is no definitive address."

Agent Hotchner nodded again. "Thanks. We're heading there right away. JJ, call and get us a SWAT team. I want to be there as soon as possible. That video ended as if she was going to die."

The team ran about in a frenzy, leaving Mr. Meyes and Savannah sitting on the floor amidst it all. Eventually, Mr. Meyes stood and helped Savannah to her feet.

"We've got a SWAT team!" JJ called from the hallway where she had gone to make the phone call.

"Good! Now let's go!" Agent Hotchner shouted.

Everyone began to leave the room as Mr. Meyes shouted, "Spencer!"

Spencer stopped and turned to face his brother-in-law. "Yeah, James?"

Mr. Meyes closed his eyes and said, "Promise you'll get her. Promise you'll bring her back alive and safe. Please. I don't care if you break that promise, I just need to hear it."

Spencer sighed. "James, I'll do whatever I can to make sure she's brought back alive, but I can hardly tell you that I promise you that she will be. No one ever informed me of a profile having been made. We simply had our suspect and then had an address. He's violent and strong, that's all I know. I'll call you as soon as everything's over, okay?"

Mr. Meyes sighed. "Alright. Thanks, Spencer." He let the agent run after his team, leaning against the door frame of the office.

Garcia tried to smile. "They'll catch him. They always do the right thing in the end."

"Not with Amy - but then they fixed their mistake and now he's dead. Nevermind." Savannah closed her mouth before she said anything else she would regret.

Mr. Meyes turned his head to face Savannah, and Savannah's heart shattered when she saw how broken he looked. It pained Savannah to see him so upset, especially since this whole event marked the first time she ever saw a grown man cry. This was too much in one...night? Morning? Day? She didn't even know how long she'd been out - she'd only been told she'd been out for several hours, but that wasn't specific enough to even guess at a time, since she had no idea what time it was when she passed out. Savannah finally managed to walk over to Mr. Meyes and hug him.

"I want to go home," she whispered.

Mr. Meyes put his hand on her back as he turned back into the office and walked slowly inside. "Dr. Stone, may we leave?"

Dr. Stone nodded, handing him the original set of release forms. "Here you are."

Mr. Meyes signed them quickly, then chuckled. "Those could be worth money, you know."

Dr. Stone laughed. "They'd be worth more if you were still in the league."

Mr. Meyes shrugged. "Maybe. But I am married to Aryanna Meyes, so who knows?"

Dr. Stone chuckled, understanding the need for lightening the mood. "Take care, you two."

Garcia stood. "Can I get a ride with you two, James?"

Mr. Meyes smiled. "Of course, Penelope. C'mon."

The three soon left the hospital in the Subaru (thankfully Mr. Meyes had been swayed to take the Subaru to the hospital instead of going with Savannah in the ambulance).

The three soon arrived at the Meyes' Richardsville home, and as soon as they were inside Garcia set up her laptop in the living room. The police who had been in the house were gone, the sun just beginning to rise. It was already 5 o'clock AM, and no one had slept. Well, technically Savannah had, but that was different.

Mr. Meyes began clearing coffee mugs as Savannah went upstairs to change her clothes into something more casual, which happened to be denim capris and a white T-shirt with various cancer ribbons on it (including the teal ovarian cancer one, which brought tears to Savannah's eyes as she remembered her first day in the Meyes house when Mrs. Meyes had told her she had ovarian cancer when she was thirteen). Once changed, Savannah then walked into Mrs. Meyes' office, where she found the books she had been reading still spread out on the floor and on the beanbag chairs. She carefully took the ones she hadn't read as well as the one she was currently reading downstairs with her. She scanned the book titles. The one she was currently reading was entitled Fate's Inner Circle, a beautiful yet sad fantasy story of a cancer patient who gets drawn into this fantasy land where she must save the fairies. It was obvious the cancer patient was similar to Mrs. Meyes, but the sadness that filled the story didn't take away from the beauty of the language and magical setting Mrs. Meyes had painted for her readers. It was a true work of art.

However, this wasn't the one she was looking for. Savannah looked at the titles before finally seeing one that caught her eye: The Reddened Soul. She carefully removed that one from her pile and sat in the armchair, curling up and reading the first page.

She knew her friend Isabel was dying. It was plain by the amount of red surrounding her usual golden glow. She knew the redness shouldn't be there - the glows never changed color before - but why did she feel that either Isabel had caused it...or she had?

She ran her hand along Isabel's stomach until she found the hole in the girl's abdomen where the blade had slipped through. Her heart raced as she concentrated on what she had to do. Maybe she could fix the glow and make it gold again. Maybe she could save Isabel. Maybe... The little mute focused her energy on her friend's wound and poured her emotions through her heart and mind and through her arms and hands until they reached the wound. The wound began to seal itself, and Isabel's heart began to return to the normal pace for a human. She smiled as Isabel opened her eyes.

"Thank you, my friend. You saved my life,' Isabel said, her voice high and melodic like her name suggested.

The little mute smiled and rested her head on Isabel's chest, listening to her heart. Budum. Budum. Budum. Budum. It was a beautiful sound. It wasn't often she heard a heart beat like that. She was used to the quick succession of beats of hers, along with the pain...

Savannah became immersed in the story, remembering so much about it as she read it. This was the story her mother used to read to her all the time. The little mute and Isabel were finally freed from the Dragon Lord Iremous in the end, Savannah remembered, and the little mute learned to speak again. It was a sweet story, but something about it sounded familiar. Isabel seemed like a real person, and so did the little mute. The little mute should have been older than Isabel, and the two should have loved each other like mothers and daughters do.

As there was a knock on the door, the characters clicked in Savannah's mind.

Mr. Meyes quickly walked over to the door and opened it slowly. There was no one outside, not even that dark car, but there was a package next to the door.

Garcia quickly snapped photos of it and handled it with gloved hands as she opened the box and took out the VHS, slipping it in the VCR after an approving nod from Mr. Meyes. The two sat on the couch as the image of Mrs. Meyes was shown on the screen.

Savannah gasped. Her foster mother looked terrible. Her hair was a mess, her arms were stitched up beyond belief, her skin was covered in bruises and cuts, and she looked like she was in physical discomfort. It was obvious she must have felt the strain on her arms as she dangled from the ceiling of the earthen room by her wrists, the manacles cutting into her skin. Red blood dripped from her wrists, jaw, a few of the cuts on other parts of her body, and a small puddle of blood was forming directly beneath her. She no longer wore her black dress from dinner, and instead wore an ancient Greek-style white one-shoulder chiffon that was being stained red in some areas. One particular area caused Mr. Meyes to cry out in horror. Savannah was instantly in pain looking at her, curling up into the fetal position.

A familiar voice came from behind the camera. "Recruits!"

Instantly nine young teens were standing in a line in front of Mrs. Meyes, their hands clasped behind their backs. "Yes, Father Jupiter?"

Father Jupiter - the familiar voice of Savannah's father - sighed. "I am very disappointed in you all. You nearly killed her with your first attempt. You should know I do not give second chances."

The nine men hung their heads and knelt.

Father Jupiter chuckled. "Bacchus?"

Instantly a stout man came walking forward with a gold chalice, holding it to each of the teen's lips for them to drink.

"The last drink you shall ever have...shall be the one that kills you," Father Jupiter said as the first teen grabbed his throat and collapsed to the ground, dead. Each of the teens followed suit as if they were dominos on a delay system.

Bacchus poured the contents of the chalice on the ground before disappearing off-camera.

There was a small commotion behind the camera as someone moved behind it and came in front of the camera. The man wore black riding pants, tall riding boots, and a white army-style button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His skin was tan, the parts of his arms that were exposed covered in scars, and his hair... Savannah moaned at the sight of his blonde hair.

Mr. Meyes and Garcia turned to face her. "You're still in here?" Mr. Meyes asked as she came over and curled up next to him. He had tears in his eyes, but nothing more as he wrapped his arm around her. Garcia's mascara was starting look...questionable.

Savannah nodded. "I was reading."

Mr. Meyes looked at the stack of books and saw The Reddened Soul, nodding. "I see."

Savannah shifted in his arm so she could see Mrs. Meyes.

Father Jupiter was standing behind her, his face covered by shadows. "Hera."

Mrs. Meyes picked up her head ever so slightly. "What?" she whispered, her voice cracking and hoarse.

There was a sudden crack! and Mrs. Meyes screamed. Savannah jumped at the high-pitched sound, breathing heavily.

Bacchus - she knew it was him somehow - shouted from behind the camera, "What have we said about talking?!"

"Bacchus, ENOUGH!" Father Jupiter ordered. "I am mad. GET OUT."

There was a weak, "Yes Father Jupiter!" followed by the sound of someone scurrying away and opening and closing a door.

Father Jupiter shook his head. "Everyone else, OUT."

More people left the room. A few minutes after the last person had left and the door had closed Father Jupiter relaxed. "There. There shall be no more tests."

There was another crack! followed by Mrs. Meyes' scream. This was followed by Father Jupiter's laughter, and another crack! and scream. There was a clatter as Father Jupiter dropped something on the ground as he laughed. Suddenly he was calm and standing behind her, his face partially covered by her back. She was suddenly collapsing in his arms, blood dripping from her back. Savannah winced at the memory of similar pain, and wondered how Mrs. Meyes could bear it without making some sort of sound. That's when she saw that Mrs. Meyes' lips were moving, tears streaming from her eyes. She simply couldn't speak loud enough to be heard by the camera.

Father Jupiter smiled, his face now visible. Savannah gasped at the familar features, as did Mr. Meyes. Father Jupiter whispered something in Mrs. Meyes' ear, and she closed her eyes, obviously submitting. With that, Father Jupiter began to beat her. It was so similar to what he had done in the past to Savannah and her mother that Savannah found herself predicting his moves. As he shoved her against the wall, her head slamming against it with a dreadful crack!, Savannah bit her lip and felt her hands moving up to her neck as Father Jupiter's right hand encased Mrs. Meyes' own throat. He was obviously smiling and laughing as she fought for breath before her head collapsed and her body went limp, unconscious. Father Jupiter did not let her go for another thirty seconds before releasing his hold on her neck and letting her fall to the ground. He knelt by her side and pressed his fingers to her wrist.

"No pulse, no breathing. Time...for revival," Father Jupiter whispered loudly, then started doing CPR and mouth-to-mouth recessitation. She came back to life after three rounds, still unconscious, however. With this in mind, Savannah watched as he stood and carefully brought down his foot just above her rib cage, pressing until the cracks were heard. He removed his foot and stood above Mrs. Meyes to observe his handiwork.

"Yes, that will do. I still have a canvass to work on. Everyone must know she is still mine." With that, Father Jupiter turned around, walked behind the camera, and zoomed in on Mrs. Meyes' limp body before shutting off the video.

There was silence in the room as the screen went dark and stayed dark. Garcia, whose mascara and eyeliner had dripped down her face with her tears, stood slowly to remove the tape.

Mr. Meyes quite suddenly pulled Savannah closer to him and whispered, "I will never make this up to her. I am so sorry, Aryanna. I am so sorry, Savannah. Neither of you should have to experience this. Neither of you should have to know the pain..."

Savannah shook her head into Mr. Meyes' chest. "I know the pain anyways."

Mr. Meyes replied, "I know, but you shouldn't have to. None of this should have happened. If only I..."

Garcia looked at Mr. Meyes in confusion. "If only you what?"

Mr. Meyes shook his head. "It's not important."

Savannah and Garcia sighed, Savannah further curling up in Mr. Meyes lap as if he were her real father, the one that loved her and was proud to have contributed to her creation.