"What do you remember?" Fenton asked quickly, hoping Joe was remembering more than just the attack.

"I saw a man and he held a pillow over my face. I couldn't breathe," Joe paused as he shook his head slightly.

"It's okay Joe. Take your time. We'll wait until you are ready to talk about it," Fenton said as he squeezed Joe's hand.

"No, I'm fine. We have to catch this guy. I've seen him somewhere else before, at a restaurant I think. Oh, was he there at the stakeout Frank and I just did – before the accident?"

"I didn't see him. Does he look like any of the men in these pictures?" Fenton pulled out the photos he had printed from Joe's camera phone and handed them to him. Joe put them in his lap so he could manage them better. He hated having only one hand to use. He flipped through the photos and pointed at a tall man with brown hair.

"That's him. Do we know who he is?" Joe asked excitedly.

"His name is Ron Underly. He served time for armed robbery and assault," Fenton replied.

"How are we going to get him?" Joe asked. He wanted out of that hospital room so badly he was starting to fidget.

"The "We" that includes you and Frankare not going to get him or the other guys. You and your brother are not in any shape to handle this. The police can now pick him up for attempted murder. I'm working with them to make sure these guys are stopped," Fenton wanted to make sure this was perfectly clear to his youngest son. He had the feeling deep down though that his speech would make little difference.

"Joe, what else do you remember? Do you remember anything else about school or the last year?" Fenton asked, a little anxiously. While he wanted Joe to remember so he could get back to normal, he knew this would likely be difficult for him.

"I just remembered the man's face. I can see the restaurant and I remember being there. But…" Joe trailed off. His face screwed up in thought.

"But what?" Fenton prompted.

"I just can't remember what they said. I really wish I knew. I'm sorry," Joe laid back. His eyes fell on the magazine that Fenton had dropped on his bed earlier. It was open to an ad for a jeweler specializing in diamonds. "Diamonds," Joe almost whispered.

"What did you say?" Fenton asked.

"I don't know – I just saw the ad for the jeweler. It made me think about diamonds. I'm not sure why - probably because Iola wants a ring like that some day."

Fenton almost choked on the water he had been drinking. Fenton gave the doctor a quick look. Dr. Bates spoke up, "Joe, I really need you to rest now. I'm going to give you some medicine that will help you get some sleep and ease the pain in your arm." Dr. Bates administered the shot and told Joe he would be back later to check on him.

Fenton stayed with Joe until he had fallen asleep. He left the officer outside with strict instructions not to leave the door or let anyone inside the room, except the approved doctors and nurses. He needed to go home and check on Frank and Laura.

Frank had gone to sleep on the couch when he came home from the hospital. He woke when his Dad came through the door and automatically knew there was something wrong. Fenton told Frank and Laura about the attack on Joe at the hospital.

Frank was fuming. He just wanted Joe to be with him. He would feel so much better when he could see his brother. He knew the amnesia would difficult to work through, and he didn't want Joe to shut down entirely when he remembered the problems of the last year, but he still wanted him home.