Tommy sat in the waiting room of the child psychiatrist. He sits quietly watching the young children playing I-spy. His Uncle Richard sits beside him as he waits for his name to be called.

Richard put his hand on the boy's jumpy leg. "Don't be so nerves Tom. He is only there to help."

Tom looked up at his Uncle and nodded softly.

Tom sat in the shrinks office and watched as Doug flipped through and car magazine. Tom twiddles his thumb as he stared out into the distance. His leg bounces up and down with great speed, as if he had too much coffee, memories flashing back to his childhood.

Thomas Hanson.

Tom looked up at they call his name. He stood up and walked into the office as if he was walking in to the principle office as a McQauid. He is greeted by a elderly woman with gray hair that was pulled up in a bun. She smiled at Tom as if he was nothing but a child.

"Please Thomas, take a seat." She points to the brown leather couch. Then sit down in her armchair.

Tom sat down and stared at the coffee table that separated them. As he noticed a candle, Kleenex, and self help books lying neatly on the table.

"Hello, Tommy. I have been told your sister was just kidnapped. How do you feel about that?" A woman sits on a chair while a young Tom is lying on the couch holding his injured arm to his chest.

"Tom?" The shrink questioned, looking sideways at the young man.

"What?" Tom said looking at the woman, as he pulled out of his memory.

"What can I do for you?" She asked. As she looks down at her clip board as if she was going to read it.

"I-I been having t-trouble sleeping lately and I-I can't seem to sit s-till anymore." Tom said stuttering a bit.

"How long as this been happening for?" She asked looking up from the clipboard.

"It's been about a week, maybe ten-twelve days. Umm…I have been having dreams about my sister. She was…kidnapped eleven…years…ago. I was…I was babysitting her the night she was…taken." Tom said not wanting to tell but knowing he need to let it out.

"What were the dreams about?" She asked as she leaned forward, showing that she was interested in what he had to say.

"T-there all pretty much the same. Her standing in darkness and somehow I am the one that…that kills her." Tom said looking at his hands.

"I see." She writes down some notes then looks back up "You feel responsible for her death."

Tom looked up and shook his head. "She's not dead. For…for the last eleven years she has been living in sex ring under a child molester and rapists…she is only seventeen…now." Tom placed his elbow in his legs and his head fell into his hands were he rubbed his temples. Then he sat back up and ran his fingers through he hair and gave her a weak smile "But yeah, I feel responsible. I mean…she didn't deserve a life like that."

"So you are telling me that you sister is still alive after being missing for eleven years?" She asked as if she never heard a case like this before. Tom just nodded his head. "Well you know. You are not responsible for any of it. It says here that you tired to fight back and ended up with a head trauma."

Tom nodded his head again. "Yeah. They bashed me over the head with a bat. I woke up a week later in the hospital."

"Tom, it also says that after the incident, you participated in a self-harm ritual. Was it the one time or has there been many." She asked him look up for her board.

Tom bit his lip and looking at the woman in front of him.

"Tom, what made you think that hurting yourself would bring her back?" The shrink asked as Tom closed his eyes as if he was being inflicted by pain.

"I didn't do it to bring her back. I did it because…I hate myself."

"Tom have you cut yourself more then once?" Repeated the doctor talking down to him as if we were still thirteen.

"Y-yes." was all Tom could say.

"Recently?"

"A few days ago."

She put down some more notes on her note pad.

"My friend found me in my bathtub, overdosed on pain killers and my wrist bleeding, doctor. I need help. Or else Jack Daniel will be my only therapist. And I need to set things straight now that my sister is back in the picture. I need to be there for her." Tom said as tears came to his eyes.

The doctor looked up at Tom and gives him a weak smile. "Tom, you just did the first step to recovery. Admitting you have a problem and you are willing to get set straight." She said writing down another note. "Tom, I want you to go to the rehab center. Not because you are an addict or that you are mental. Thou you are mentally tired and you need along rest."

"A hospital? How long will I have to be there for?" Tom asked, wondering if he did the right thing by coming to her.

"Not long, a week or two, just enough time to get you some rest. And drill the fact that you are not responsible for you sister's disappearance."

Tom slowly nodded his head. "Alright. I'll go."

Dennis followed Adam into Kimberly's room. When they walked in they say a girl sitting up in her bed staring out the window. Adam stopped and smiled when he saw Tom in her. The girl slowly turned her head when she saw Dennis and a strange man. Dennis went to one side of the bed while Adam went to the other.

"Kimberly. I'm Captain Adam Fuller. And you already know Officer Booker." Then he sat down beside her, as she watched his every move." Kimberly, we know your family. In fact, your brother is one of my officers. Thou he has been detained for the time being. But you mother, is outside waiting to see you."

Kim smiled in disbelief "My mother is here?" Tears of joy fell from her eyes.

Adam smiled "Yes. She is. Would you like to see her?" He asked but her already knew the answer.

Kim then nodded her head franticly "Yeah."

Adam said looking at Dennis, who nodded his head and went out of the room to fetch Mrs. Hanson.

Margaret slowly walked into the room, tears already in her eyes. She stopped as soon as she walked in a stared at the young lady in the hospital bed. Spit and image of her brother, the same brown hair and deep brown eyes. The face shape was a little softer, but a Hanson through and through.

She walked to the side of the bed and slowly touched her face. "Your real!" Margaret said with a shy laugh.

Kimberly smiled "Yeah. I am." Tears fell from her eyes as she faced her mother for the first time in eleven years.

Margaret then pulled her into a tight embrace, but making sure she didn't hurt her wound. "My baby girl. I have dreamt of this moment for the past eleven years. Now you are safe and you can come home." Margaret said as tears fell and she rocked her girl back and forth.

After five minutes of crying and hugging, the two finally let go. "Where's dad?" Kimberly asked as she wiped her soggy face.

Mrs. Hanson frowned "Sweet Heart…. He was killed eight years ago."

Kimberly looked at her mother in disbelief. "What?"

Margaret just nodded her head. "I'm sorry baby. He would've wanted to see you one last time."

Fresh tears came to the girl's eyes. "My brother?"

"Tom, he is doing just fine." Margaret smiled weakly as she held her daughter's hand.

"Well. He not doing as well as we had hope." Adam finally spoke as he stood beside Booker. "He admitted himself into a hospital early this afternoon.

"What?" Margaret said looked up at the captain.

"He needed to give his mind a rest. Before he can come see you. He has been struggling the last couple weeks." Fuller said with a weak smile.

"How come he never came talk to me?" Margaret raised her voice a bit and walked towards the captain.

"He hasn't been saying anything to anyone until today." Booker informed her.

"Doug found Tom…"Adam said then stopped when he looked up at a concerned Kim. "He is just not himself."

"Captain. I want to know what going on with my son." Margaret said loudly.

"Please step outside." Adam said politely as he gestured towards the door. The woman went out followed by the captain.

Dennis watch them leave and then his gaze fell upon Kimberly, who still had a worried look on her face. Dennis slowly walked up her bed and took his hand in his own.

"Dennis, is my brother okay?" She asked eagerly.

"Tom is going to be fine." Dennis said uncertainly.

"Do you know my brother well?"

"Umm…" Dennis didn't know what to say. "Your brother and I don't really… see eye to eye. Thou he was the one that helped me with you out there." Then he brought her hand up to him mouth and kissed it.

Kimberly stared at him in shock "Dennis…I…"

"Sorry, it just your not like anyone I have ever met." Dennis looked down at there hands "You make me want to be better person and not like that creep Jeff."

Kimberly bit her lip "Dennis…"

"Kim, I care about you. I'm not going to be another guy just looking for a one night stand and then leave. I'm not going to treat you like other men have treated you in the past. I want to get to know you first. I want to know…" Dennis was interrupted by a set of lip pressing against his own. He wrap arms around her waist and pulled into a more passionate kiss.

They then pull apart when they heard the doorknob turned and the Margaret and Adam can back in. More tear where in Mrs. Hanson's eyes. She smiled at her daughter and went by her side.

"Dennis. We have to get back to the chapel. We have a lot of papers to fill out." Fuller said. "Take it easy, Kim. I will be back to visit." Then he left the room.

"Bye Mrs. Hanson. Bye Kimberly." Then Dennis too left the room, with only one thing on his mind. Kimberly.