Author's Note:

Happy Easter everyone! Hope you are enjoying your holiday! I, for one, just love being woken up at 6am by a 4-year-old to see what the Easter Bunny brought her! Ah, at least I got to see her face when she went down the stairs! Anyway, let me know what you think of this one in the review section! Enjoy!

Nancy tried hard to keep her eyes open, watching Amelia put the briefcase onto the tray table and open it slowly. She wanted so badly to see what was inside but her eyes kept closing only to open them again when Amelia or Frank spoke.

"Wow," Amelia stated, looking into the case. She swiveled it around so Nancy and Frank could see. Inside lay a large, orange envelope plus a smaller white one with Nancy's name on it. She picked it up and tore it open the best she could without ripping what was inside. Nancy began reading the letter through heavily lidded eyes as Frank opened the orange envelope. Underneath was a tablet plus notebooks that Amelia snatched up quickly and began pawing through them. All three of them remained quiet, reading what they found until Frank looked up to see Nancy's eyes closed, the letter fallen out of her hands. She breathed deeply, too tired to even be able to search the bag she wanted to do earlier. He gently took the letter off the bed and began reading it.

"What does it say?" Amelia asked, looking up from the notebooks.

"It's from James," Frank answered still reading. "Nancy wasn't kidding when she said he apologized for what happened. Apparently the orange envelope is for the police while everything else is for us to use. He also said that there's money for us if we would like to use it as well."

"Is this it?" Amelia asked, pulling out a stack of cash from within the case.

"Actually, no," he said, his eyebrows raised. "There's an account number and information about how to access it. It seems that it's part of the money the doctor received as payment for us. But why would he give us that money?"

"What does James say to use it for?"

"'To get your life back,'" Frank said, scrunching his face in confusion. He stuffed the letter back into the envelope and placed it inside the case again. "Whatever that means."

Nancy's hand suddenly twitched causing some of the papers to fall off the bed. She seemed to be troubled by what she was dreaming and Frank took her hand firmly. Nancy immediately calmed down as something on one of the papers caught Frank's eye.

"What the…" he replied, letting go of her hand and picking up the paper. He scanned the page and picked up more of them off the floor, his face suddenly filled with worry. "This is impossible."

"What is it?" Amelia asked.

"The person mentioned here on this paper," Frank said, looking at her. "I know him but he's been dead for five years! This is bad! Very bad!"

"Why is that?"

"His name is William Powers," Frank began. "Five years ago, Joe and I were hired by the Network to find a double agent within the company because they needed fresh faces to hunt the person down. Unfortunately, he was high up in the Network and already knew us. We were barely able to catch up to him only he fell into a river before Powers could be arrested."

"So, how is he still alive?"

"I don't know," Frank sighed. "His body was never recovered. He was ruthless once it was discovered that he was the double agent. If Powers is the one who hired Dr. Cox, he will stop at nothing to get what he paid for, namely us."

"What are you going to do?" Amelia asked, gathering the papers and notebooks to put back into the briefcase. Frank looked at Nancy sleeping. He knew he couldn't make the decision for her but if they stayed, they would be putting their family's lives in danger. It was one of the hardest decisions Frank ever had to make but he knew he had to. He finally understood what James meant about getting their lives back.

"Do you think you can convince the doctor to let us go as soon as possible?" Frank asked, staring at Amelia.

"I think I can," Amelia thought. "Why?"

"We need to get out of here and fast."

"Okay, but don't you want your parents to know?" Amelia asked. She closed up the case and placed it back under the bed.

"No, the less they know, the better." Frank gazed at Nancy again. At first, he knew she would be mad at him for making the decision for her but eventually she would understand. He hoped.

"I'll go talk to the doctor now," Amelia replied, moving toward the door. "I can also let your family know you're okay, if you would like."

Amelia left the room even though Frank didn't respond to her. He held on to Nancy's hand. She was having another nightmare and began whimpering in her sleep. Frank wished there was a better way but knew there wasn't. Saying goodbye was going to be the hard part.

As he sat thinking of a plan, he began to yawn and leaned back in the chair. Closing his eyes for just a moment he suddenly woke up to a nasty image and Amelia touching his shoulder, trying to wake him.

"I'm sorry, Frank," she said apologetically, "but your family would like to see you. Are you up to it?"

"Oh, yeah, sure," he yawned. Frank rubbed his eyes and sat straight up in the chair. Amelia smiled and headed for the door before turning around at the last second.

"Let me go with you," she said suddenly. Frank looked at her blankly. "I can help the two of you get better. I understand what needs to be done."

"How's that?"

"The notebooks inside the case," Amelia explained, walking back to him. "They're all of Leo's notes on what he did to you and Nancy. It's all there and I can help. Leo and I started it together as a way to help people overcome their fears but he twisted into his own game. I want to finish it, if you will let me."

Frank though about it for a moment. He knew they needed help but wasn't expecting someone to give up their own life to help them.

"Are you sure you want to do that?" Frank asked.

"Absolutely," Amelia said adamantly. "We can do this."

"Okay."

"Great! We'll keep this to ourselves."

As she left to get his family, Frank watched Nancy sleep, her dreams finally pleasant. He wondered how they were going to leave without letting anyone really know their plan. Frank laid his head down on her bed to think and closed his eyes again. His own dreams soon seemed to be nice, as he fell into sleep.

"We can seriously take them home?" Hannah asked excitedly.

"Wonderful!" cried Laura, looking to Fenton. "That means we could be back in New York by the end of the week!"

"Yes," Amelia said with a smile. Joe felt though that she was hiding something. "They'll be discharged between nine and ten tomorrow morning, as long as no other issues arise."

"Wonderful!" cried Carson. "Can we see them now?"

"I'd have to ask," Amelia said sadly. "Nancy fell asleep about ten minutes after Chief McGinnis and the others left. The poor child couldn't keep her eyes open. Frank and I have been talking ever since. I can see if he doesn't mind if you come in but I can't promise anything."

"Oh, we're fine with that!" Fenton laughed. "Even if we only get a few minutes with them, it will be good."

"Okay," Amelia smiled. "I'll be right back."

All of them were smiling, excited at the prospect of taking Frank and Nancy home after the whole ordeal. Only Joe didn't join in with the others. He felt something was off as to how quickly and easily Amelia was able to get Frank and Nancy released but he wasn't quite sure as to what it was. A few minutes later, Amelia came back out, seemingly happy.

"Frank said it's okay," Amelia smiled broadly. "I must warn you though, he may have fallen asleep himself. He was snoozing when I went back in."

"We'll only be a minute then," Carson stated. Hannah nodded in agreement. "That way they can get some sleep before we go home tomorrow."

Amelia opened the door, allowing them all to enter the room before she followed and closed the door. Joe realized it was the first time he had seen Nancy since they pulled her out of the lake days before. He was nervous that if she woke up, she would react like Frank did to his dad, by not wanting to look at him. When they were finally able to see around the curtain, both Nancy and Frank seemed to be asleep. Her head lolled to the side, her breathing steady and slow. Joe saw that she looked peaceful as compared to what she was days before. Frank's head was resting in the crook of his good arm on the side of Nancy's bed, face hidden.

"Oh, Fenton!" Laura cried softly, touching her husband's arm.

Nancy began moving just slightly as if something was upsetting her. Carson came up to the side of the bed and took her hand.

"Why is she doing that?" he asked Amelia, when Nancy didn't stop.

"I believe she's having a nightmare," she stated. "Ever since she fell asleep, Nancy's been having them."

"Is there any way to calm her down so she's not like this?" Carson asked concerned. Amelia looked at him sadly then her eyes darted over to Frank. Nancy started talking incoherently in her sleep, tears rolling down her cheeks. Carson tried to soothe her but she seemed to get worse. Although the nightmare was getting worse for her, Nancy still didn't wake.

Joe saw Frank move out of the corner of his eye, his brother's hand firmly clasping hers. Frank shifted his head up slightly, eyes open and watching as she went back into a peaceful slumber. The others in the room were surprised at the unexpected moment, not knowing what to say or do. Frank looked over at Carson but didn't say a word. The two men exchanged looks, almost like a silent understanding, a passage between them. Carson nodded his head, leaned over and kissed Nancy on the forehead, wishing her a silent prayer. He left silently with Hannah who was crying and didn't return.

Laura moved over to her older son and wrapped her arms around him. Frank gave a slight hug and whispered something into her ear. Joe could hear her say "Okay" as she nodded. He still didn't look at Fenton but looked at Joe and gave a small smile. Joe had a feeling that it was Frank's way of saying goodbye but he wasn't sure why. They would be taking them home tomorrow. Laura took Frank's face in her hands and kissed his cheek before waving goodbye.

"We'll see you tomorrow morning, sweetheart" she said quietly and rose. She walked out of the room, pulling Fenton, who was quiet the whole time. Joe remained behind, watching his brother.

"Are you really going to be here when we come back?" Joe asked, folding his arms in front of him.

"Yeah, why?" Frank lied.

"I know you well, Frank," Joe said. "You're acting like you won't be seeing Mom for a while. Plus I know you're lying. What's going on?"

"Nothing gets by you, does it, little brother?" Frank laughed uncomfortably.

"No, but you need to tell me," Joe said, walking closer to the bed. "I want to understand why."

"We need to go," Frank said vaguely. "Neither one of us can stay."

"I get that, but why?"

"The less you know, the better." At that, Frank closed his mouth and didn't elaborate anymore. Joe looked at him and waited but knew his brother was done talking.

"Don't go, please," he whispered. "Don't do this to Mom and Dad."

"I am doing this for them!" Frank cried, keeping his voice as low as possible. He stood up from the chair. "I'm doing it for you! For Mr. Drew and Hannah! Please understand that!"

"Okay," Joe said, raising his hands in defense. "I'm not going to argue anymore. Where are you going?"

"Not sure. I have to talk with Nancy first. She doesn't know."

"Talk to me about what?" replied a voice. The brothers looked down to see Nancy staring up at them, curious.

"Nothing it can wait," Frank said quickly. "Joe was just leaving."

"Yeah," Joe muttered angrily. "I guess I'm leaving. See you tomorrow, Nancy."

He sulked out of the room, looking back one more time before closing the door. Nancy looked at Frank and crossed her arms waiting. He could tell she was still tired but the look on her face told Frank that she wasn't going to sleep until he told her.

"What is going on, Frank?" she asked. "Why do I get the feeling I'm not going to like it, either."