After the barbecue, the boys cleaned up the mess, then gathered in the basement living room to watch a space opera movie that Evan wanted to see. Even Chris and Wade were interested and joined Dean on the couch.

No one either noticed or didn't say anything when Adam and Roman vanished upstairs. Adam had asked to speak to the Islander, he had a couple of questions about the charges.

Adam sat on the side of his bed, Roman next to him. "Thanks again for all the delicious food today. I really did enjoy the Sago porridge this morning. Um... Joe, you seem to know a lot about pressing charges. I wanted to ask you a couple of questions." Adam looked at Joe with hope, he needed some answers.

Roman shrugged. "I read a lot, you learn from what you read. I'll try to help, if I can." He reached over and took one of Adam's hands in his.

"I love to read and yes, you do learn a lot from books, or get taken to another world. Maybe I should read more Gresham instead of King... anyway... Chris told me today, he'd like me to press the charges. I know he cares about me, but, I also know, there is something more behind it than justice for me. I didn't let him know that..." Adam paused, he turned so he could better face Joe and continued.

"What worries me is the media, not for myself, but for other whores like me. What if I press the charges but Calaway manages to get out of it. It would give others like him carte blanche, because they would know the law won't act on behalf of a whore. Understand?" He looked at Joe with anxious eyes.

Roman nodded. "I can understand your fear. When you go in to press the charges, tell the Detective your fears. They can ask the Prosecuting Attorney to ask the Judge for a media gag order. The press and other media hate it, but they have to obey or they get a heavy fine and in some cases jail time, depending on the Judge. Adam, the law does work for the victim, even if it doesn't seem like it sometimes. You have to do what you feel is right. This has to be your choice." He gave Adam's hand a gentle squeeze of support.

Adam crinkled his brow. "That's what Chris said too. Okay, I have more thinking to do. I'm going to bed, I need to be alone. I'll... miss you... I sleep better when... Good night, Joe." Adam said quickly as he got up and hurried to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

Roman smiled. Adam felt it too, he hadn't been really sure until now. Yeah, it was a good thing they were leaving tomorrow; a very good thing. He left to go join the others, to watch the space opera.

Adam drew a hot bubble bath. Next to the limo, this was his other thinking place. Adam was up to his chin in spicy, vanilla scented bubbles. He turned things over and over, and over and over in his mind.

An hour and a half later, Adam lay in bed, Archie clutched to his chest. He still turned things over in his mind. This was the hardest decision he'd ever had to make. Eventually he drifted off with thoughts of charges, Calaway and his boys danced in his dreams.

It took Roman a while to drift off to sleep. He missed having Adam in his arms, and it made him realize how lonely he was in his private life. Roman wondered if it was time to consider dating again. There were some cute guys on the force. Well, no point in thinking about it now, until this task force assignment was complete there was no time for dating or anything else social.

Wednesday passed slowly. In the morning, several of the boys gathered around the laptop to begin their GED study course. In the afternoon, they quizzed each other. It was something new and different to do.

Adam spent the day up in his room thinking. He was about ready to pulls his hair out by the roots. He smiled when Roman came into the room.

"We're off now. Why don't you go downstairs, get your mind off things for a while. It would do you good. See you, Adam." Roman gave Adam a handsome smile.

Adam walked over to the man and kissed Joe on the cheek. "Good luck, Joe. I hope you find your boys. I look forward to meeting them. Take care of Christian, Heath would be hell to live with if he got hurt. Yeah, I'll go downstairs, I'm hungry. See you later." Adam's smile was beautiful as he looked at Joe.

Roman also went downstairs. Dean was saying good bye to Seth and Jason hugged Heath tightly. Yup, they needed to leave.

Chris and Wade wished the three men luck. Chris reminded the trio that this was their home now. When Roman, Dean and Jason left, Wade locked the door behind them. Chris and Wade went to join the boys down in the kitchen.

The three Detectives walked in silence towards the diner. Roman hoped Hunter and Shawn would agree, there was no point in going back to Jericho's place. Roman wondered what Adam would finally decide to do.

When they arrived at the diner, two other men were with Shawn and Hunter. It was Zack Ryder and Johnny Curtis, who went by the name of Fandango. Greetings were exchanged, coffee was poured. The Detectives and their bosses settled in to talk. They were the only customers in the diner.

Roman gave a full report on the situation. "... so, I think it's time to end the Jericho investigation and start seriously on Calaway. I can only hope Adam will press the charges. If he does, we have to protect him." He spoke with a fierce tone and fire in his eyes.

Shawn looked at Roman. "We will, don't worry. I agree with you. You did very well, men. You can't force him to press charges. Go home, all of you, get a good nights rest and come into work tomorrow. We're still working on Sandow, so play it cool with him. Zack you and Johnny be on stand by again. We may need bait for Calaway." He took a sip of coffee then lit a cigarette.

"I agree with Shawn. Roman, Dean, Jason job well done. I hope that Adam kid does the right thing, but if not, you tried. I'm proud of you boys." Hunter gave the young Detectives a smile. His amber eyes held a father's pride.

"Thanks. Adam has the the weight of the world on his shoulders. I only hope if he does crack, Jericho will really be there for Adam. There is a reason Jericho is behind Adam pressing charges, what it is, I'm not sure, but, it could be the start of a street war if Adam doesn't press. Sandy may be the key to the whole damn thing. Well, we'll figure it out." Roman felt frustrated, now that they were done at Jericho's what had they accomplished? Nothing, or so he felt. Roman sighed deeply.

The meeting was over. There was no point in sitting around discussing what they could discuss tomorrow at the office.

Ryder and Curtis left first. They were doing a little work on the streets, and hoped to get a location for the Deadman's Place.

Hunter and Shawn left as well. They had a mountain of work waiting for them. Madame Mayor was pitching a bitch again. Shawn had hoped that Adam pressing charges would help, but he couldn't count on that. Tomorrow would come early, the Chiefs needed their sleep.

Roman, Dean and Jason were alone in the diner. Roman was writing a note to leave at Jericho's. After a general explanation, each man wrote a separate more private note. Roman wrote to Adam, Dean to Seth and of course, Jason to Heath. It was much, much harder than they thought it would be. When they finished, Roman put all the notes in an envelope. It was time to deliver the notes and move on.

The Detectives easily found the departmental car Hunter had left for them, just in case. Roman started the vehicle. "We'll stop a block away from Jericho's. Jason, you run the fastest, can you do it without getting caught?" Roman asked as he held out the envelope for Jason to take. Jason just nodded.

Wade Barrett quickly got up to answer the door, maybe a client had gotten a sudden urge. All eyes followed the Brit up the stairs. They listened and waited. Wade came back downstairs with an envelope in his hands.

"This is all there was." Wade held the envelope for Chris, after all it was addressed to him.

The boys were gathered around the television. Evan had hooked the laptop up to the TV so they could all read the GED lessons easier. Adam was up in his room, still thinking.

Chris frowned when he read the note. "Well, I guess you'd all better listen to this..." He paused as all the boys turned to look at him.

Chris continued. "You can tell Adam later. Okay it's from Joe Anoa'i. 'Chris, I'm sorry to have to tell you this, by a note, but, we are leaving Chicago; tonight. It wasn't the plan, but after finally finding Zack and Fandango, Jon decided it was too dangerous to stay. Calaway made threats about the boys. He was not the one that tried to take them, but apparently, the one that did try was a friend of Calaway's, who steals boys from the street to sell to other houses. Our boys managed to get away and for their safety, it's best to just leave Chicago all together. Maybe, some day, if Calaway is ever... gone, we will return. Thank you so much for everything. Jon also thought it would be safer for you if we weren't there, especially for the boys Calaway has his eye on. Good Luck, Jericho. We all hope your business picks up soon. Thank you again. Yours, Joe Anoa'i on behalf of Jon Moxley and Christian Cage. P.S. Please give the notes to Heath, Seth and Adam.' Well, that's that." Chris' tone was filled with disappointment. He'd counted on their help if a war did break out.

A tear tracked down Heath's cheek. He quickly wiped it away before anyone noticed. Chris handed both Seth and Heath folded pieces of paper with their names on them. Seth and Heath exchanged glances, then opened their notes with hands that trembled.

Chris went upstairs to Adam's room. He found his favorite boy, curled up with a teddy bear, sitting on a chair, staring out of the window. Adam looked like he bore the cares of the world in his very soul.

"Um... Adam. I have something you need to hear. Will you listen?" Chris asked softly as he moved to stand next to the chair.

Adam looked up at Chris. "I'll listen." He released his grip on Archie. He listened intently as Chris once again read the letter Joe had written.

"...and, this is your note. I can't blame him really. I've been toying with leaving Chicago as well. I don't want to risk you all... but.." Chris shrugged, maybe Jon Moxley had the right idea, leaving might not be so bad.

Adam stared at the note in his hand. He heard the door close as Chris left him alone to read the note. Adam slowly unfolded the neatly folded sheet of paper.

With a shaky sigh, Adam read. 'Tale fa, mata aulelei. I'm sorry to say good bye this way, but, it's better than not saying tofa at all. This was not an easy choice we made, but, the threat is too much for Jon. Like Chris, he vowed to always protect his boys. He didn't want to see them suffer what you went through. As long as men like Calaway are allowed to go around, unpunished, what's to stop them? Adam aside from the fact that you are the most beautiful man, inside and out, that I have ever met, you are also the strongest and bravest. My life is far better from having met you. I will miss holding you in my arms as you slept. It always felt so good, and so fucking right. I just hope, in my own small way, I was a bit of comfort to you. I hope our paths cross again some day. I will miss you my pele ea. All my deepest affection, Joe.' P.S. Just in case, Tale fa=hello, mata aulelei=pretty eyes, tofa=good bye and pele ea=precious.' A tear ran down Adam's cheek as he refolded the note.

Heath had much the same from Christian as did Seth, from Jon. They were sad to lose Christian and Jon, but they couldn't really blame them. Jon owed it to his boys to keep them safe. Still, they would miss them; very, very much.

Everyone looked up when they heard Adam coming down the stairs. Chris came out of the kitchen with a fresh cup of coffee. Adam stopped on the last step.

"Sir, boys, I've made up my mind. However, before I tell you all my decision, I want to know, are you still behind me, whatever choice I've made?" Adam looked first at Chris, then to Wade and finally his hazel eyes fell on the seven young men sitting on the floor.

Chris knew without question, he spoke the authority absolute of the house. "Yes, Adam. What ever you have decided, we all stand behind you. I expect the same in return." He looked stern faced at every man in the room.

Adam nodded. "I am going to press charges against Mark Calaway. I have to. It's because of him, Christian and his Sirs left. It's because of him the streets aren't safe. In a small way, I want justice for what the did to me. I didn't deserve to be kidnapped, tortured and... raped. No one deserves that, especially not whores. We may sell it, but no man has the right to steal it. I'll go, first thing in the morning." He finished his announcement with resolve. Once he made up his mind, Adam was determined.

Chris went to Adam and hugged him. "I'm proud of you, boy. I'll take you myself. Just remember, there is nothing they can do to harm me. No drugs, no illegal gambling, solicitation is minor at best. Thank you, Adam." He gave Adam a firm kiss on his bruised stained cheek.

Heath stood up and went to Adam. "I'm with you Adam. You're taking a stand for all of us. Whores have rights too!" He also kissed Adam's bruised cheek, but softly. Heath also gave Adam a knowing smile. He knew Adam missed Joe as much as he missed Christian. Maybe now, they would come back.

"That was what finally convinced me. I turned my brain until it was scrambled. I remembered what all of you said... and Joe. I have rights, no matter what I chose to do for a living. Then the fact that Mister Moxley thought leaving was the only way, made me realize we can't run. If we run, Calaway wins..." Adam paused and turned to Chris.

"There's only one thing. I want to go alone. I have to do this by myself. I'll take a cab, but I must do this by myself." Adam's hazel eyes were filled with the spark of determination. The look matched the tone of his voice.

Chris shook his head. "No, Adam, at least let me drive you. I'll drop you off, but I can't... what if Calaway... No, Adam, please, let me drive you." Chris' voice was a mixture of authority, fear and anxiousness. His eyes scanned Adam like a fax machine.

Adam did something he never did, he argued with his 'owner'. "No, Sir. I go alone or I change my mind. Don't you see, I have to. I have to show I am not afraid, this is my choice. It's important to me." He didn't beg, but he stood firm. He would change his mind if he couldn't do this entirely his way.

Chris was torn. His authority was in doubt. He couldn't let his boys think they could start talking back to him. On the other hand, Chris did understand Adam's request. He looked over at Wade, his brow arched, he needed help.

Heath spoke up. "Sir? Adam? What if Seth and I ride with Adam? Adam, Chris Sir is right, it is too dangerous for you to go alone. Sir, I understand Adam needs to do this. He's doing it for us, for all of us, so..." He was stopped by Adam. The blond stepped off the bottom step and put his arm around Heath's shoulder.

"I would agree to that, Sir. What Heath said. Plus, you know Seth is a black belt, or would be, if he was tested. I don't ever mean to question your authority, Sir, ever." Adam still stood firm as he looked at Chris.

Chris rubbed his chin. "Alright, but Heath, Seth, you don't let Adam out of your sight and Adam, stay with them. I mean it. No dumping them off at the shops half way to the police station. Understand me? Don't forget that room, right over there." Chris pointed to the closed door of the dreaded punishment room.

"Yes, Sir." Adam, Heath and Seth chorused together. Adam then turned to his fellow whores. "If I ever hear any of you backtalk, Sir, I will personally take you to the punishment room. Got me?" He glared at the others. He hoped Chris understood, he just had to do this his way, but that didn't make his backtalk right.

"We understand, Adam. And Adam, give em hell for us. You are the bravest guy I've ever met, or heard since Robert the Bruce." Drew's Scots accent was strong as he spoke. It always came out stronger when he was emotional.

Evan bounced up off the floor. "Fuckin' right! Let's be daring, have some hot chocolate with marshmallows! Come on boys, three cheers for our hero!"

All the boys stood and gave Adam a hardy hip, hip, hurray, three times in a row. Even Wade joined in, Chris just beamed.

Chris was proud of Adam, but inside he couldn't wait. As soon as Adam's charges hit the wind, business was bound to pick up. The cops would be too busy trying to get Calaway. He went to join his boys in the kitchen.

In downtown Chicago, Roman stared out of the window of his apartment. The moonlit Lake Michigan was like a puddle of molten silver. Barges with running lights left wakes of sliver ribbons as they churned through the waters.

His mind was on a beautiful blond. He wished now he taken that picture of Adam, Heath had shown him. Roman knew no matter what, he'd never forget the pain and agony in those hazel eyes when he'd first lifted the broken man into his arms.

Roman sighed and slipped into his nearly double king sized bed. It was the coldest and loneliest he'd ever felt in his life. He grabbed one of the other pillows and hugged it against his body. I wasn't Adam, but it helped him fall asleep.

Several miles from Roman's luxurious apartment, Dean lay in his queen size bed. His apartment was in a fifty story complex in a mid rent area. It was a fairly good neighborhood.

Dean's apartment was 3024. His view from the thirtieth floor window looked out another complex across the parking lot. He had two bedrooms, one bathroom, a large kitchen/dining area and an a nice airy living room.

The apartment was drab in color and Dean didn't have much furniture, just a couch and a matching chair. The two end tables, coffee table, entertainment center and bookshelf were of clear pine and were all from Ikea, and Dean had put them together. It was home and Dean's haven.

Dean tried once again to read the book he had in his hands, but he couldn't concentrate. How could he read about elves when Seth was on his mind. Seth reminded him of an elven warrior. Strong and lithe, graceful in his movements. Dean put the book on his night stand and turned out the light. He sighed deeply, turned onto his side and closed his eyes. He just wanted morning to come so he could get back to work. He finally fell asleep an hour later.

Jason lived in a townhouse, between Dean's neighborhood and Roman's. He'd gotten lucky when he'd found the place. He got a locked in rent before the area became popular and rents went sky high.

The townhouse was two stories. Downstairs was the living room, kitchen and dining room. Upstairs was a large bathroom, a small bedroom and a large master bedroom with a bathroom en suite. All Jason's furniture had belonged to the Reso's. It was old, but in really good condition. It was all made from sturdy, solid oak and Jason was proud to have it.

Like Roman and Dean, Jason had a hard time falling asleep. He lay in the middle of his double sized bed. There was a flat screen TV mounted to the wall. Jason could lay in bed and watch TV or movies, it was on now, to keep him company.

Jason wondered what Heath was doing right that minute. He'd never met anyone so confident, yet so shy and so vulnerable as the little red-head. Jason knew a life with Heath would never be boring and he also knew Heath wouldn't put up with his shit.

Jason often brought work home in the form of moodiness. It was the number one complaint in the few relationships he'd had over the years. He needed someone that could argue back, then spend hours having wonder make up sex with. Jason knew Heath fit that bill, but what chance did they have? He fell asleep to an old movie playing softly in the background.

Back at Jericho's place, Adam, Seth, Evan and Heath all lay in their beds, awake, except for Evan who's soft deep breaths were like a lullaby.

Heath didn't care that fat tears ran down his cheeks. He missed Christian's wicked smirk. He knew a life with the man would be fiery, but that thought excited him, he didn't want a boring life.

Heath hated being a whore. He wasn't ashamed of it, it just wasn't what he wanted for the rest of his life. He had a dream of a home of his own, marriage and babies, lots of babies. Heath refused to give up that dream, it was just on hold.

Seth lay on his side and faced the wall. He and Jon hadn't really spent any alone time together, but they had talked and talked a lot. He found Jon to be a really nice guy, behind a tough guy facade.

He enjoyed the talks with Jon he had about music, time in the gym, politics and anger at the system, where kids needed help the most, but didn't get it. Seth didn't cry, but he felt more alone than before. He closed his eyes and dreamed of an auburn haired man.

Adam knew each time when one of the others finally fell asleep. Heath was the last to join the choir of soft, deep breaths. He was glad they were able to sleep, because he couldn't.

Adam was terrified of going to the police, but he'd made the right choice. He had to take a stand, even if it meant he would get raked over the coals. His only regret, he didn't decide before Moxley decided to leave... with Joe.

The blond rolled his eyes. Joe, what was it about that man that drew him like a moth to a flame? It was something in his soul. It was like to old souls had met after being apart for a long time. He gave a quiet scoff, that was only in books, not real life. Adam lived in the real world not a romance novel, like the one Heath kept hidden under his mattress.

Adam closed his eyes. A vision of Joe came into his thoughts. A feeling of comfort washed over Adam, like a cooling rain in a parched desert. It put his troubled soul at rest. A new wave of confidence poured over him. Soon his own deep breaths joined the others.

When Roman, Dean and Jason walked into their office in the morning, it was all any of them could do to greet Damien Sandow with a brotherly friendliness.

"Well, the long lost ones have returned. Glad to have you back. Did you manage to fill the cells?" Damien asked in his snotty tone. He had a sneer on his lips, like a bad smell had just entered the room; to him, it had.

Roman laughed. "Not yet, but soon. We did our job. What about you? How many did you, Darren and Titus bring in?" Roman knew the answer, none, but he wanted to hear Sandy say it.

Sandow nervously pulled at his tie. "Um... well... we didn't have much luck. Of course with those two fools it was no wonder... seriously though, most of the pimps have pulled their boys in off the street. At least we have them running scared. Glad you're back. What's the plan now?" He looked at Roman with curiosity on his face.

"I'll let you know. Hopefully, something will happen that will blow the lid off this task force and get a real menace off the streets, for a long time." Roman stated as he began looking through the stacks of paper that overflowed his "IN" box.

Sandow's brow crinkled. "Jericho needs to be shut down." He spoke simply but firmly.

"Among others." Dean muttered under his breath. He lit a cigarette and battled with his own full "IN" box.

Sandow kept his mouth shut. He couldn't push too hard or Reigns would shut him completely out of the loop. That couldn't happen, he had to be able to warn Calaway if he had to.

Jason sat at his computer. He was looking at a street view map of the area of town where Jericho's house was located. The house was hidden by trees, but Jason recognized the long driveway. Heath was in the house at the end of that driveway. He wondered what the red head was up to.

Heath sighed. "Adam, please. You need to eat something. No telling how long it will take and you need food in your system." He encouraged Adam to eat his breakfast.

Adam's fork toyed with the scrambled egg on his plate. "It makes me feel queasy. Just make me a slice of toast, please?" He looked at Heath with anxious eyes.

Chris, who also sat at the table, reached over and placed a hand on Adam's shoulder. "Heath's right, you need to try to eat. Are you sure you want to do this alone?" He was still worried about letting Adam, Heath and Seth go to the police station alone.

Adam nodded as he sipped his peppermint tea. "Yes, Chris, Sir. I am. Thank you for trusting me to do this, and for letting Heath and Seth come with me. Don't worry, we'll be back in time for dinner, and Calaway will be running scared." He tried to give Chris a confident smile, but it was only half way there.

Chris went back to his breakfast. "It wasn't a matter of trust, Adam. It's your safety I'm worried about. Go to the station at the end the district, it's the closest. Don't forget to tell them about Doctor Ross and that he has pictures and reports." He took a bite of his food and chewed.

"I will. Thanks, Heath." Adam took the piece of toast from the red head and bit into it.

Wade had been talking in a low voice to Seth. He'd been giving the younger man some tips on guarding Adam. It was well known Seth was an expert in martial arts. Seth had learned from an old master who lived in a box in the alley behind The Pink Cigar.

"...So you think you got it?" Wade asked with a raised brow.

"Easy peasy. Don't worry, we'll be safe. I'd love an excuse to pummel Calaway, but I won't go looking for one." Seth nodded with confidence. He would die before he let Adam be hurt again.

Adam finished his tea and toast. He went upstairs to shower and dress. He wanted to look his best, without over doing it.

Adam pulled his freshly washed and dried hair into a low pony tail. He wore only a red thong as he walked to his closet. Seth and Heath were also in the process of getting dressed.

Adam chose a pair of black jeans that fit well, but weren't overly tight. He wore a baby blue button down shirt. He tucked the shirt into his jeans, added a black leather belt and black loafers. He looked extremely handsome.

"Do I look alright?" Adam asked Heath and Seth as he fastened the pair of silver cuff links Bret had given him last Christmas. The design was of a bears head, because Adam sometimes called Bret, "Bear" in the heat of sex, because of the way Bret growled as he came.

Heath smiled and Seth let out a low whistle. "You look very nice. Respectable. How about us?" Seth said with a spin. He wore skinny jeans and a nice Affliction tee shirt, compliments of Adam and Bret Hart.

Heath gave a spin as well. He too wore skinny jeans and a brown plaid flannel shirt also from Adam via Bret.

You both look nice too, if I was a top, I'd tap you both. Bret would be glad to know he has great taste in clothes. Better bring something to read, it will probably take me a while." Adam suggested as he added just a splash of cologne. It was a very expensive brand Bret had brought him from Paris. He let Heath and Seth use it as well.

"Weird. We are all wearing the same cologne but it smells different on each of us." Heath noted as he passed by Seth then Adam.

"Body chemistry reacts differently to scents. Your mood can also change it. I don't understand it, but I read about it once in some fashion magazine." Adam laughed as he put the bottle back on the dresser.

"You're so smart. I always forget half of what I read. Okay, I'm ready." Heath smiled and picked up a paper back fantasy novel he was reading at bedtime.

"Me too." Seth added as he picked up his own book. It was about martial arts and the philosophy behind it. The old master had given it to him, and Seth considered it his good luck charm.

"Alright boys, let's do this." Adam sighed, took a deep breath and led his companions out of the room.

Chris was at the bottom of the stairs. "Taxi is waiting. I've already paid him. Call this number when you are done and the same driver will pick you up. Stay alert, and Adam, you are doing the right thing. Seth, Heath, behave and keep your eyes open." Chris spoke as they walked out to the cab. When the three were in the back seat, he shut the door. Chris watched like an anxious father sending his daughter out on her first date as the cab drove away.

Adam stood at the reception desk of the police station. It was a hive of activity. He'd told the officer on duty he wanted to press some serious charges against Mark Calaway. The officer had given him a look and told him to wait.

Adam saw Heath and Seth seated in a small waiting area. They each gave him a smile and a wave.

The desk officer returned. "Mister Copeland, please follow me." The officer opened a door and indicated for Adam to follow.

Adam took a deep breath and fell in behind the officer. They walked down a long hallway, past both open and closed doors. The sounds of voices and ringing phones filled the atmosphere.

When they got to the end of the hallway, they stopped in front of a door that had the words "SPECIAL TASK FORCE" lettered across the glass. The officer knocked.

"Enter." A voice called out. The officer with Adam pushed open the door.

"Lieutenant, I think you will want to interview this man personally. He's got something on your guy, Calaway." The officer spoke from the partially open door.

"Show him in please." The voice responded.

The officer opened the door wider and waved Adam through. Adam kept his head down as he stepped into the room. His stomach felt like it was full of butterflies, their children and grandchildren.

"Hello, Adam." Roman's voice called out to the beautiful blond softly.

Adam's head snapped up. He knew that voice. His eyes opened like wide windows.

"Joe?" Adam suddenly felt like he was going to faint, as his knees began to buckle.