"Hold on!" JJ shouted. People turned and stared at him. Marissa flinched, but she turned around. "This is why I didn't want to get involved with you, or with anyone," JJ said, his voice slightly quieter. "The reason things went bad with me and Paige, it's cause she thought things about me...cause of my past...and I just got so sick of trying to straighten out what she thought was going on. And now you… we don't know each other but you're already doing the exact same thing."

Marissa sank down into her seat again. "I'm not doing anything," she said weakly. "I just see what I see. Look, JJ, I'm not saying I don't want to get to know you or be your friend or anything like that."

"Then what are you saying?"

"Nothing. I don't know."

"Neither do I."

"All I do know is, from the second we met you've been trying to tell me that there's something in your past that makes you no good, and for some reason that made me want to know you more when maybe I should have run away screaming. I don't know why, maybe I should have brought it up to my therapist because it sure as hell doesn't make any sense, especially when so far the only thing you've told me about yourself is that you have a gorgeous ex-girlfriend who I don't think you're over, and that's only because I found out by accident. I want to know you, JJ Deveraux, God help me, no matter how many signals you give off that you're not interested, I can't stop wanting to know you. So even though my brain says I should just take you at your word and walk away from whatever nightmare you're harboring, my heart says differently." Marissa played with the cardboard around her coffee cup. "So please, would you stop telling me how horrible you are and just tell me what the hell your secret is so that I can decide for myself whether or not I'm crazy to want to know you?"

When Roman and Rafe got back from Salem U, Hope stuck her head in Roman's office. "Got a minute?"

Roman nodded. Hope came in, closing the door behind her. "Please tell me you got good news," Roman said.

"Sort of," Hope said. "I have some updates, anyway. First of all, I think I might have figured out the link between the victims." She opened her tablet to show Roman something. "Every one of the victims, except for Rory, said that the attacker followed them into their dorm room after class."

"Yeah, I remember reading that in the reports."

"Right. So maybe Jeff, or whoever the attacker is, goes to class with his victims. While everyone else is focusing on the lecture, he's looking around, seeing who looks tired, who looks like they're not surrounded by a ton of friends."

"Looking for targets, you mean?"

Hope nodded. "Then class ends, the kids who have plans head out to the student center, but one of the ones who doesn't gets followed home."

Roman nodded. "Makes sense. But what about the kid in the woods?"

"He deviated from his standard M.O.," Hope said. "From the way he reacted during the interview, I'd say Jeff has something against Rory. This one wasn't just a crime of opportunity-not that the others necessarily were, either. In this case, it was definitely personal."

Roman thought about it for a minute. "Any ideas how we can proceed?"

"I'll fill Rafe in, for one thing. Then after that… I think we should see if we can get access to the class lists so we can make the connection. Reinterview the victims, ask them about their classmates. Also, I'll mention it to Marlena. If we want to do cognitive reenactment with any of the victims, she's willing to supervise."

"I don't know. That seems like some kind of psychological mumbo-jumbo, but I know firsthand that Marlena knows what she's doing, so I'm willing to give it a shot. My bigger concern is whether the victims are gonna put up with any more questioning. Have you got ahold of that one who seemed to be refusing your calls?

"Marissa Hunter?" Hope shook her head. "I hope she's all right."

"Me too. Tell you what. I'll let Rafe in on our new theory. In the meantime, you go find that girl and try to convince her to cooperate with the re-enactment. Since she was the first victim, there had to be a reason he chose her. So her cooperation is vital."

Nicole sat at her desk, flipping through photos on her phone while she waited to hear from JJ. She ran across some photos of Eric, which she promptly deleted, then found one of her and Daniel and Parker from last Christmas. She remembered helping to zip up Parker's coat before the three of them headed out for hot cocoa soon after she had moved in. Poor kid, she thought. Maybe I should call Daniel and see if there's any update… but no news is good news, right? Besides, he's probably reconnecting with Chloe right now.

Her mind went automatically to the time last year when she and Daniel had kissed, which of course led her to last night and this morning. She threw the phone down. If there was one thing she'd learned, it was that dwelling on what she couldn't have would just get her into trouble.

"Slow news day?" Sally asked from across the room.

"Isn't it always?"

Miles stuck his head in. "Glad to see both of you are so dedicated to this job. Nicole, where's my intern?"

"He'll be here soon. Right now you're only the second most important person in Salem-he's covering a bail hearing and he'll be here as soon as it's over."

Miles looked at his watch. "Better be soon, or I'll start assuming you're making things up just to stop me from hiring Jeff Adkins." He left.

Nicole sighed as she picked up the phone again. Sally said, "So this new intern… is he a hunk too?"

"He's a college kid. And he's practically Daniel Jonas' step-son."

"Ah, so that's why you're distracted. Don't worry, I'm sure he'll put in a good word for you with Dr. Jonas even after he sees what you do for a living."

"Ha ha," Nicole said. She stared into the phone, trying to decide whether to call JJ. There was no way she was working with Jeff Adkins, no matter what Miles had to say. You'd better come through for me, JJ Deveraux, Nicole thought.

"Okay, look," JJ said to Marissa, "I don't even get why you're so upset. You said yourself you don't know anything about me. What the hell do you see in me that makes you think I'm even worth your time?"

Marissa sighed. "I… I dunno. I guess.. your eyes, maybe?"

"My eyes?"

"T-the first time I met you, I saw so much in those eyes… so much passion, yet so kind… like you were at war with yourself… and for some reason that fascinated me… And then there's your loyalty to your friend… wow, I've never met anyone like that."

JJ shook his head.

"Like I said," Marissa said quietly, "I see things. But if I'm wrong about any of that, just tell me."

"You only know what you see in front of you. Paige, she said she wanted my passion too, after she heard me playing the guitar… but it was too much for her to handle, and you know what? I don't blame her. Marissa, I've done things I'm going to regret my whole life… you just don't know the whole story."

"Then tell me! Don't you get it? I want… no, I need to know your darkness. I know it's scary and it's weird but I have to… I have to know. Please."

"Okay." JJ took a deep breath. "I'll tell you everything, Marissa, I swear. But just promise me, you'll listen to it all before you decide about me."

Marissa nodded.

"Okay." JJ drank some more water. "Wow, this is harder than I thought it would be. I don't know where to begin."

"Well," Marissa said slowly, "you can start with the answer to my question from the other day. Do you smoke weed too?"

JJ looked down at the table, then back up at Marissa. "Not anymore." Marissa nodded and JJ asked, "Does that bother you?"

"Nah. I mean, that was never my thing, but if it did something for you, more power to you. Go on."

"It was stupid, and I never want to touch it again. When I was stoned, it was like nothing mattered, like everything that happened to me was just...okay. And I did a lot of stupid stuff when I was on it. Rory too, but it was mostly my idea. I didn't just smoke weed. I, uh… I sold it. And other stuff. And, that's not all. Besides doing drugs, I… I messed with people's stuff, I broke a lot of things that didn't belong to me, stuff that belonged to my mom's boyfriend and his kid, his three year old kid… I broke his train set on purpose."

Marissa's eyes widened and JJ said, quickly, "I swear, Marissa, I was a different person then. I don't do any of that stuff anymore. I know there's nothing I can say that'll make it make sense, but I was really messed up after my dad died." He played with the underside of the table and went on, "You wanted to know about me. Well, now you know."

"No," Marissa said after a long time. "This is just the beginning of knowing." She smiled at him. "If you want to get to know me, too, I can tell you. Ask me anything."

"I… I wouldn't know what to ask."

Marissa sighed. "My life probably isn't as interesting as yours, but - "

Just then, Hope came up behind them. "I'm glad to see you're alive and well," she said to Marissa. Turning towards JJ, she added, "I'm sorry to interrupt, JJ, but I need to borrow your friend for a minute. It's about her case."

Eve scowled, but she made sure to wipe the scowl off her face before she turned back towards Jill. "You're right," she said, projecting as much sweetness as she could stand. "I just didn't have the heart to call the police on you, not without giving you one more chance."

"I knew you'd see it my way," Jill said. "So I can stay?"

"Maybe. I called a friend who works for St. Lukes. He'll be more than happy to get you set up with that shelter the church runs."

"I told you, I don't want to stay in a shelter."

Eve laughed. "You are so much like me that it's just like looking in a mirror. My Paige wasn't planned, you know. But as soon as I found out I was pregnant with her, I understood that it wasn't just about me. There was another little human being in the picture, and I just couldn't keep doing these awful things to myself and not be able to provide a life for her. Now you may not want to stay in a shelter, but your baby will thank you someday for giving her a better start in life than you would have on the streets. And incidentally, my friend is the kind of priest who doesn't take no for an answer, so you'd better pack your bags."

Jill got up as quickly as she could in her condition. "I have something to do," she said, "but I'll be back later and I'm going to expect a copy of my key." She swung her bag over her shoulder and headed for the door. "Oh, Eve?"

"What?"

Jill's eyes were steely. "You don't want to mess with me. I don't look like much, but I've been on the streets long enough to know what you have to do to survive." She left, slamming the door behind her.

"So what did that lawyer dude want?" Kurt asked Rory. He and Rory and Bev were sitting perched on the top of a park bench, sharing a joint.

Rory giggled as he took the joint from Kurt. "Can you believe it, man? He's gonna take my case in exchange for me emptying the trash. I'm gonna be a janitor."

"What a loser," Bev said. "Of course he's associated with JJ, so he's bound to be." She took a puff from the joint and held her breath for as long as she could before letting it out. Coughing, she passed the joint back to Kurt and said, "If you ever get arrested again, don't send JJ to tell me."

Rory scowled. He had hoped JJ would be here by now, and he hated that Bev was so anti-JJ these days. "Maybe I should send a real prize like Cole." Kurt laughed at that, but Bev's eyes widened. "Shut up about Cole," she said. "I'm done with him anyway."

"Yeah, right," Rory said, "and JJ's mom's through with Dr. Dan."

"Hey," Kurt said spacily. "Why are you two so mad? This is supposed to be fun." He took another hit off the joint. "You're really… you're really gonna be a janitor?"

"I don't have a choice." Rory giggled. "JJ went and hired me a lawyer behind my back, so I guess I got a job out of it." Bev started to walk off. "Hey!" Rory said. "Where are you going?"

"Somewhere where nobody's going to kill my buzz. If I hear JJ's name one more time…"

"It's like Betelgeuse," Kurt said. "Maybe if we say it enough, he'll show up. RAWR!" He jumped at Bev playfully.

"Not funny," Bev said, "but pass me the joint anyway." Her phone buzzed; she pressed the button to silence it, scowling, as she took the joint from Kurt.

Eve was sitting on the couch drinking a glass of wine and worrying about Jill when Eric knocked on the door. She sighed as she went to get the door.

"Thank you for coming over," Eve said. "I'm afraid the girl has up and left, but if you come in I'll tell you the entire story, and maybe there's some way you can help."

"I think I can spare a few minutes." Eric came all the way in. "Are you all right, Eve? You seem flustered."

"It's sweet of you to ask, but I'll be fine. Would you like something to drink?"

"Water, please," Eric said as Eve took out a second wine glass. She pouted but she filled the glass with water from a pitcher that she got out of the fridge. As she handed him the water, he said, "Now, what happened?"

Eve sipped her wine. "A couple months ago I tried to help this poor homeless girl turn around. You know, I went through my rough period where I lived on the streets and I don't want anyone else to suffer the way I suffered, so I thought I was doing a good deed by giving this girl a little bit of money to get back home to her family. Only it completely backfired, Eric, and I mean completely, to the point where I think she might make my life-and Paige's-a complete nightmare."

"Does this have something to do with the danger you said you were worried your daughter was in?"

"In a roundabout way. You see, when Paige decided she wanted to move into the dorms, I put out an ad for a boarder. I wasn't expecting to get any responses until the end of the week-in fact, I was toying with the idea of having you take some photos once Paige emptied her room this afternoon. Anyway, this girl-the one I told you about that I was trying to help-somehow she got wind of the fact that there was an empty room for rent. Now, she's shown up here twice and both times I've tried to kindly direct her towards St. Luke's shelter, but she won't have it. And she's got a baby on the way and everything, and she's convinced her best option is to stay here."

"I see. So you thought maybe I could convince her of what you could not?"

"It was probably dumb, but I panicked, and I didn't know who else to call. I mean, I really don't want to call the police on her, though I will if I have to. You know they won't care about getting her and her baby the help they need; they'll just stick her in a cell for a few days, and then back to the streets."

Eric nodded. "Well, I don't really have any affiliation with St. Luke's anymore, as you know. But I do know a few people who work for the shelter. I'll see if I can get you some information to pass on to this girl the next time she shows up at your door."

Eve's face fell as Eric got up. "Leaving already?"

"I'm afraid I have another appointment. But don't worry, I haven't forgotten that I owe you a night out." Eric put his hand on the doorknob, then turned back. "I do want to say one more thing. I hope, Eve, that this experience hasn't turned you off from trying to do the right thing. I think it's wonderful that you want to reach out to this young girl, and other girls like her. If you'd like, I can put you in touch with the volunteer coordinator at that shelter-maybe you'd like to reach out to others in similar circumstances."

"I don't know," Eve said, playing up her hesitation to make it look more endearing to Eric. "After what happened with this girl, I'm not sure I'm good for much of anything."

"I can assure you that that's not the case." Eric's phone beeped. "I really do have to run, but let's talk soon."

Eric left. Eve closed the door and threw herself against the wall. I really must be losing my touch, she thought. Either that or all those years in the church has made Eric Brady immune to flirtation.

When they got tired of the park, Rory took Kurt and Bev to Horton Town Square. The people milling around seemed to amuse him. "You know what's great about this square?" he said, laughing. "You can come here every day and never see the same people twice."

Bev giggled. "And if we're lucky there'll be some drama."

"Save the drama, it hurts my head," Kurt said, spacily. "Ooh, the square's spinning." He grabbed onto a wall to balance himself. "Shouldn't it be a circle?"

"Here," Bev said. "Let's sit down and rest a minute." She and Rory helped Kurt onto a bench. "I never knew your brother was such a partier," she said to Rory.

"Yeah," Rory said flatly. "Hey, who's that?"

Bev looked. Cole was coming towards them. He was holding a bouquet of flowers tightly in one fist. She could feel her high shrinking to nothing. "Nobody important," she said, and tried to laugh.

Rory laughed for real. "It's Cole, isn't it? What's he doing with flowers?"

"I dunno. Is there any way we can scram?"

Rory glanced at Kurt, who was leaning back on the bench, staring at something in the sky that only he could see. "Nah, he's out. Don't worry, though. I took that robber when I was more buzzed than this. If he starts anything…"

"Bev!" Cole said. He glanced at Rory and Kurt, his eyes narrowing. "So this is what you've been doing instead of taking my calls. Hanging out with these losers."

"What do you want, Cole?" Bev tried to sound stronger than she felt. Cole glared at her; she swallowed a fit of giggles at how ridiculous he looked.

"Um," Cole said, "I was going to give these to you and apologize for the other day, but if you're going to act like you deserved the way I treated you, forget it."

"Yeah," Rory said, advancing towards Cole. "Forget it, dude."

"I guess you liked that jail cell," Cole told him. "Can't wait to start something so you end up back there, huh?" Rory started to make a fist but Cole went on, "Go ahead and punch me. When the cops come, I'm sure they'll love to bust you for whatever you've got on you." He laughed.

"I'm not a fighting man," Rory told him, "so why don't you go ruin someone else's high?"

"I don't think so." Cole turned towards Bev. "So what's it going to be, Bev? Me, or this loser?" He moved closer to her and said in a low voice, "I'll make up for what happened the other night if you ditch them."

Bev glanced at Rory, then back at Cole. "I-I'd like that," she heard herself say. Her ears were ringing and she was feeling pleasantly buzzed now; why let Rory and Cole ruin it when she could keep the peace just by going with Cole?

"Bev - " Rory said.

"Guess you don't own her like you think," Cole said. He put his arm around Bev. "Come on, baby, let's show them what freedom looks like." He and Bev walked off.

Rory glanced at Kurt, who was still staring at nothing. He elbowed him. Kurt sat up. "What...what's the matter?"

"Way to back me up," Rory said. "Now we've lost Bev to that idiot Cole again, and you can bet that's not the end of trouble with him."

Kurt giggled. "What, do you...do you like her?"

Rory plopped himself down on the bench. "Gimme what's left of that joint," he said. "All this just ruined my high."

JJ glared at Hope. "Why?"

"Remember what we talked about," Hope told him, making him feel like he was about five years old.

JJ crossed his arms. "Fine, but maybe later you can explain why you're getting my mom all riled up."

"I'll be happy to explain why I felt a need to talk to your mom," Hope told him, "when I'm done here."

Marissa touched JJ's arm. "It's all right. We seem meant to have this conversation in pieces, but sooner or later we'll get it all in."

JJ's phone rang. He glanced at the display, then picked it up. "Nicole! Hey, I'm on my way. I've got something for you." He walked off, still talking on the phone.

"Can I sit down?" Hope asked.

Marissa shrugged. "Do I have a choice?"

Hope took her time pulling out her chair. Marissa glared at her. Hope said, "You're angry. I get it. But why?"

"Take a guess," Marissa said. "Look, I didn't ask to be attacked, Detective Brady, but since I was, I'd appreciate it if you'd just do your job and catch the guy who did it. Instead, you're calling me constantly and chasing off my friends so that you can ask me a bunch of useless questions and arrest random people who have nothing to do with what happened."

"Believe me, this isn't fun for me. I am so sorry you were attacked, and I wish there was something I could do besides continue to hound you."

"Yeah, well, it happened."

"Yes. It did, and that wasn't your fault, but your reaction to me is on you. I know that it's stressful for you to continually deal with this investigation when all you want to do is forget what happened. But the more you cooperate, the more likely it is we'll actually catch this guy."

Marissa's eyes widened. "Do you even have a suspect? Besides Rory, I mean?"

"We're not pressing charges against Rory, partially because of your statement." Hope sighed. "And yes, we do have another suspect in mind, but we don't have enough evidence to even make an arrest."

"I don't suppose you can give me a name."

"What good would that do? We can't arrest him right now, and if we do make an arrest, you really might have to view suspects in a lineup. I can't prejudice your responses by giving you extra information."

"I guess that makes sense."

"I'm glad to hear it." Hope smiled slightly. "You know, Marissa, I didn't just come looking for you because I needed your help with this investigation. I was worried about you."

Marissa's face hardened. "Well don't! I keep telling you, you're not my friend, and you're not my mother either." She sipped her coffee as she tried to get back in control of herself. "Just… just ask me your questions and I'll answer them."

"It's not so much questions this time, Marissa, as it is a request."

Marissa crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows at Hope.

"I'd like you to participate in something called cognitive reenactment."

"What's that?" Marissa asked wearily.

"Basically, we'd act out what happened to you. We'd go to your room and one of the officers will pretend to be your attacker. The idea is that by acting it out, you'll remember something that can be helpful for us." Marissa's eyes widened and Hope said, "I know the idea can be upsetting. Dr. Evans will be there too. She wants to make sure that you-and the other victims as well-are okay throughout the entire process."

"And this is really the only way you can catch the guy who did this to me?"

"Detective Hernandez is looking at putting some undercover officers in the dorms, but honestly, this is our best shot."

"I'll think about it," Marissa said.

"That's all I ask. That and please, from now on, answer the phone when I call." Hope got up. She watched Marissa as she walked away. Marissa took out her phone and played with it, but didn't call anyone.

Sally was showing Nicole some pictures on her phone when JJ walked in. "Um, hey, I'm here," he said, not sure whether or not to interrupt.

"Come on in, JJ." Nicole waved him over. "Sally and I were just killing time til you got here with your big story." JJ gulped and Nicole said, "We're still working on that relaxation thing." She turned to Sally, who put her phone away, and said, "This is JJ, our new intern."

"Nice to meet you," Sally said. "Nicole's been talking you up all morning. That's why I felt a need to distract her with photos of my dog."

"Uh huh," Nicole said. "And here I thought it was my sparkling personality." She and Sally both giggled.

Miles stuck his head in. "If the two of you are finished having a slumber party - " He saw JJ standing there and said, "Oh, hello, I see the intern's finally found his way to the office."

"Sorry," JJ mumbled. "I, uh, I was covering a hearing for Nicole and I didn't realize - "

"From now on all stories go through me," Miles said. "But I'll let Nicole show you the ropes today." He left.

JJ's eyes widened. "I'm sorry, Nicole," he said. "I don't know I had to be here at a specific time. I swear, I won't be late again."

"Don't worry about him. You'll learn pretty quickly to tune Miles out, won't he Sally?"

"Mmm hmm. About half this job is letting what Miles says go in one ear and out the other."

"Anyway, whatcha got for me?" Nicole asked.

"A couple things," JJ said, talking quickly to try to cover up his nerves. "First of all, the judge was something else. He was pissed that this case was even in front of him, and he was like, totally on our side, he didn't even try to hide it." Nicole didn't look particularly interested. JJ bit his lip and went on, "The other thing was, you'll never believe who showed up there."

"Well, don't keep me in suspense! Who?"

"A certain fake intern who you wanted me to track down."

"Whoa, Jeff was there? Pretty brazen. Though on second thought, I'm not surprised. He probably thought he was going to scoop you."

"Yeah, pretty much. I told him you were looking for him, by the way, and he practically wet himself with excitement."

"That's a visual I will never get out of my brain now. He say anything else?"

"Yeah." JJ hesitated, fearing he was wrong, then said slowly, "I think, um… I think he gave away… I think he's the guy the cops are looking for." Nicole's eyes widened and JJ said, "I can't prove it or anything but he was talking up a storm about how Rory attacked him and he was pissed Rory was getting off easy. He didn't know that I already know for a fact that Rory's innocent."

Nicole looked pleased. JJ said, "And there's more. The reason I was late, um… the second Rory made bail, Jeff disappeared. So I followed him. He was telling anyone who would listen about how unfair it was. Nicole, he was bothering Paige."

"Your ex, right?" JJ nodded and Nicole said. "Let me guess the rest. You tried to warn her, she told you to stay away from her, and you briefly considered drowning your sorrows in… well, soda I guess… but decided to come to work instead."

"Yeah, pretty much."

Nicole sat down on the edge of the desk. "Take it from someone who's been there, JJ, she's not going to listen to you. In her mind, she's such an amazing person that she can't believe you'd ever move on from her, so anything you do to try to help is just going to make you look like a crazy person in her eyes. I've learned the hard way, sometimes you have to let someone you love go completely, or at least make them think that's what you're doing. Don't worry, the work we're doing here will be enough to save her from herself. But no more conversations about Jeff. It'll just get her talking to him about you, and you don't want to be on his radar."

"I-I don't love her. Not anymore. I just can't let…"

"I'm in a giving mood, so I'll give you another piece of advice for free. Lying to yourself only gets you into trouble."

JJ looked down at the ground for a second, embarrassed. "So, um," he said, recovering, "what's our next step?"

"For right now, we're going to run this story like it was a typical bail hearing. I'll show you how to write it up, and I'll stick it at the end of my broadcast when nobody's paying attention anyway." JJ's face fell and Nicole said, "I know, excitement of the century. But the first thing you need to learn, JJ, is never tip your hand too early. So just go to class, act like you're Jeff's friend, and see what else he tells you about himself."

When Daniel and Chloe got to Kayla's office, they found Elizabeth Harper there. Daniel scowled; he didn't like being tricked. "Where's Kayla?" he demanded. "I thought she had news about Parker."

"Oh, she does," Elizabeth said. "She wanted me to make sure you guys were ready to hear it."

"Well you can tell her," Daniel said slowly, "that we are more than ready. Both of us, we're on pins and needles waiting to hear what the full story is with our son. I've been doing a ton of research and Chloe, she talked to her dad to get additional information. So we don't need a shrink right now-we just need Kayla to cut to the chase and tell us what needs to be done for our son."

"Chloe, you feel the same way?" Elizabeth asked.

Chloe shrugged. "I just can't take any more waiting."

"All right. I'll hang around then, in case anyone needs me afterwards." She pressed a button on the phone. "They're ready for you, Dr. Brady."

Kayla came in, followed by Dr. Collins. Daniel scanned their faces; to most people, they would have just looked like two doctors getting ready to make a diagnosis, but he could tell that it was more bad news. "What's going on?" he asked, uncertainly.

"I don't know how to say this," Kayla said. She glanced at Dr. Collins. "We… we've gone over Parker's xrays, and his echocardiogram… and, well, no matter how we look at it, it's pretty clear."

"That?" Daniel asked impatiently.

"That Parker's heart is not pumping efficiently. The good news is, the heart itself is mainly fine-minimal damage-but it's working overtime to get his blood circulating, and so it's… it's starting to give out."

"So it's what you told us last time, right?" Chloe said. "This isn't anything new?"

"Unfortunately, yeah, this is just additional information. Now we can try him on medication, but…"

"Sooner or later.." Dr. Collins said.

"He's probably going to need some or all of his heart replaced," Kayla finished.