For a fraction of a second, Henry wondered if he was doing the right thing.

Siobhan was back. The Siobhan who gave him the time of day, not the other one, not the phony one who told him to do stupid things like go home to his wife. The Siobhan who returned all of his affections. Well…maybe not all. He knew he was a little effusive in showing how much she meant to him. When he'd picked her up at JFK after her flight from Paris, he thought he might die from how much he'd missed her.

She kissed him on the cheek. Okay, being honest here, that was surprising. More than just a little surprising, either. He'd expected she'd be nearly as excited to see him, given that he'd just bought her a first-class ticket from Paris with one day's notice and she hadn't even said thanks. Was a real kiss too much to ask for?

He'd gotten her bags on the luggage cart and drove her back into the city.

"Where were you?" he said.

"I needed to get away," Siobhan said.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked her. "I would have gone with you. I could have …"

"I just needed some time off," she said.

"But —"

"Would you stop already?" she yelled. "I don't want to talk about it."

He had a million questions and she didn't want to answer any of them. What was her sister doing there, pretending to be her? What was her plan, now that she was back? Why had she come back? And dammit, were they going to make love now? It had been a couple of months since the last time Henry had had sex, and he was getting a little testy on the subject.

They went to the hotel. Siobhan's body had changed — while it made Henry proud to know that they had made a child together, the small roundness of her abdomen looked so strange on her frame. Okay, it looked horrible: she was going to get big and round and fat like Gemma had, then have trouble losing the weight, and then whine at him that it was so hard to lose baby weight and now he didn't love her any more. Of course he didn't love her any more! She was a big fat cow who cared about those brats more than she cared about him!

Well. Probably Siobhan wouldn't be like that. Siobhan, he was pretty certain, would want nannies for the baby. And she'd lose the weight in maybe ten minutes flat, because he couldn't see Siobhan finding being fat acceptable.

Henry's joy at seeing Siobhan again dimmed a second time because of what happened during sex. More specifically, when Henry lowered his body down on her, the pressure on her abdomen made Siobhan nauseated, and she threw up all over the bed. Which kind of killed the mood. Almost killed Henry's desire to have sex ever again, let alone with her.

But a few hours (and one major housekeeping cleanup) later, Siobhan had a plan. The first thing they had to do was get rid of Bridget and get Siobhan back in the co-op. Because she had no money (most of the money she had stashed away had miraculously disappeared, and she was having trouble getting to the rest of it), and it turned out Gemma had turned off the tap to Henry's money as well.

Henry bought the chloroform. "Why do I have to do it?" he asked.

"Look at that shop! It's tiny. I'm sure it's full of chemicals. The chemical smells in there might endanger the baby," she said.

While Henry rented them a limo, Siobhan made phone calls to arrange things. He didn't get to hear any of the specifics, but that probably wasn't important. He did ask her why his name had to go on the limo reservation, and Siobhan pointed out that Bridget had all of her ID documents, so she couldn't very well do it, could she? Then they went to the co-op to get Siobhan's sister.

Once they had gotten Bridget and she was out like a light, Siobhan told Henry to get the clothes off of her and put the ones on that Siobhan had given him. "Why?" he said.

"Do it, okay?"

"I want to know what's going on," he said.

"Oh, Henry," Siobhan said. "You're just not that good with the details, and I am."

Then she told him what she wanted him to do with her sister.

"I think that isn't legal," Henry said.

"Oh, Henry," Siobhan said, with that smile she sometimes had. She rubbed his leg, her hand sometimes dipping down between his thighs, but never coming any closer to his crotch, the way he badly wanted it to. "Don't worry about it."

"Siobhan, if I had someone doing this in a book, he'd be set up as a murderer and go to Rikers Island."

"My big dramatic writer," she said, and her hand scooted right to where he wanted it. As her hand worked up and down, she whispered in his ear about how much his help meant to her.

"What are you going to be doing?" he asked.

"I'm going to see about getting us some money, so we can get away."

So Henry ended up in a rental car, with Bridget passed out on the passenger seat beside him, as he drove 2 hours to the small town in Connecticut Siobhan told him to go she started to stir, he put some more of the clear liquid on a rag and put it over her nose and mouth again. He wondered if it was messing her brain up any.

He followed the directions Siobhan had given him to a place in the town. The instructions were simple: leave Bridget outside the building at 150 Elder Montague Drive. Don't ring the doorbell, don't do anything, just leave her and turn right around and drive back to New York City.

When Henry saw what 150 Elder Montague Drive looked like, he thought maybe this wasn't a good plan. He must have made a wrong turn somewhere, though, because it looked like Siobhan was sending him into Crack Central. Did they even allow crack in Connecticut? Didn't seem like a drug people there would cotton to, but if there were Connecticut residents who liked crack, they all lived here, on this block.

Siobhan seemed certain these people would know what to do with Bridget, though.

So Henry left her on the front doorstep, got back in his car, and headed back to Manhattan.