"Shawn....Shawn?? God, what's wrong...I can hear you crying....Shawn!"
Somehow, someway, John was there, Shawn could hear him faintly, and he cried out for him in between sobbing gasps.
"John, she's gone. She took them. She left me. John...where are you?"
Shawn had forgotten the phone in his hand. Somehow, as he lay, he had hit John's speedial, he lifted the phone to his ear.
"Shawn, I'm on my way." The Icon could hear the tears in John's voice. "I can be there in a few hours. You wait for me,
okay? You stay on the line with me. I'm coming to get you."
Shawn clung to that lifeline, to John's voice in the darkness until the twin headlights shone in the driveway.
"I'm here, I have you."
John's arms were around him, lifting him and carrying him away from the cold, damp ground.
"I'm with you. I've got you."
Shawn felt the tender touches at his face and his back and the warmth wrapping around him. He was safe now. John would keep him safe. He would take away this bad dream.
The long white limo pulled away from the house that had been Shawn's happy, loving home.