Disclaimer: I do not own the fosters.

Stef POV:

I am numb, yet I can still feel the sharp pounding in the side of my head. In fact it seems to be the only thing that I can feel. I can't see and I can't breathe. I look around and all I see is a blur before I feel like I am hitting the ground. This feeling seems to go on forever.

Next thing I know, I am finally catching my breath and the fog seems to clear from my vision. I still feel the pounding in my head, but it seems more manageable now. When I look around, all I see are people. It seems like hundreds of people and I finally begin to realize that I have no idea where I am. It seems like a shopping mall, but I don't have any recollection of being here before, and I certainly don't remember coming here today. I start to look around for Lena, but she doesn't seem to be anywhere in sight either. Again my pulse rises and I start to feel the panic rise in my chest. I don't know what to do, I don't know where I am, and I start to break down when I find that I don't know where my family is.

I am eventually able to pull it together and I start to look around for my cell phone. Soon I realize that I don't have it with me, but I do find my wallet, so I feel a little better. I decide to grab a cab, but instead I find myself giving the address of the station to the driver rather than the address of my house. After about twenty minutes, we arrive at the station and I pay the driver with the cash that I find in my wallet. A large part of me wants to go home, but another part of me resists. I know that Lena will be worried eventually, but I don't think that I can go home. The only thing that I seem to be able to think about is getting hit in the head with the bat. I know that it was a few weeks ago, but I can't seem to shake the thoughts. I feel as if I relived that event over and over again. I decide that I need some time to think about this so I grab another cab and have the driver take me to a cheaper motel not to far from the precinct. I only know that I need to be alone right now.

After checking in, I find myself sitting alone in the small room thinking. I cannot believe that I am reacting in this way, but all I know is that what ever happened felt just like that day. I could see the blood as if it were pouring directly off of my head and face and I could feel the splitting ache in my head. My vision disappeared and I felt alone and afraid. The next think I know is that I am sitting on the bed in this small motel room with tears pouring off of my face. I am afraid again and all I want is to stop the thoughts that are bouncing around in my head. I can't make them stop, no matter how hard I try. All I want is for them to go away, and so I find myself laying down on the bed and praying that I can stop remembering this. I just want to sleep and not have to think about this.

Lena's POV:

After being unable to find Stef in the park, I am in a complete panic. I am calling her cell phone but it is just going to voicemail. When I try it again for what seems like the hundredth time, I hear it start to ring next to the picnic basket. I am trying so hard to not show how scared I am as the kids gather around me to tell me that none of them have seem their Mom anywhere in the park. They were so helpful in trying to look for her after she disappeared, and I know that they are all trying not to show how scared they are. Its all the more reason for me to keep it together. It has been an hour and a half since I noticed that Stef was gone, so we gather all fo the stuff back together and start on our way home. As soon as we arrive, I start calling the station and Mike to see if he or anyone else has seen her. The unfortunate answer is that no, she hasn't shown up at the station or at Mike's.

I grab my keys and head to my car after reassuring all of the kids that everything is going to be just fine. I can still see their worried faces and I am even more upset by the fact that two of my children were abandoned and I can't offer them any explanation for their mothers disappearance. I have tried to file a missing person's report, but since she hasn't been gone for three days and there wasn't any sign that someone took her, the police have been less than helpful, even if she is one of their own. Mike and I have made a list of the possible places that she would go and so we each go in our different directions hoping to find that she has just wandered somewhere. I hate that I don't know what is happening and I am really scared now. I know that she has been having horrible headaches and all that I can think of is what if she is out there hurt? I don't know what I would ever do with myself if something happened to Stef. All I can hope for now is to find her, safe and well and maybe with some sort of explanation as to what happened.