Toby left his half-filled shopping cart in the meat aisle of the grocery store and rushed home. His mind was racing; he couldn't focus on anything but the desire to find Happy. He went home and rushed up to his apartment, ready to grab a few things and hit the road, but Paige was standing in his hallway, holding a casserole dish.

"What are you doing here?" he asked by way of greeting.

"Oh, hi, Toby!" Paige said cheerily. "I just came by to see how things were going, and to drop this off." She lifted up the casserole dish slightly. "Were you just coming home?"

"Yeah, but I have to go back out. Now's not really a good time."

Paige frowned at him; Toby could tell she thought he was going to go gambling. It wasn't a bad guess, considering where he'd been spending most of his time since Happy left, but it made Toby angry.

"I'm not going to a casino," he snapped, even though she hadn't said anything.

"Then what are you doing?"

"I'm going to find Happy."

" 'Find' her? Isn't she at Patrick's?"

"No, I just ran into him. He hasn't seen her since yesterday. He doesn't know where she is."

Paige hesitated, her mouth forming a little "O". Toby pushed passed her, unlocking his front door and walking into his apartment.

"Well, do you know where she is?" she said finally.

"No," he admitted, grabbing his satchel and mindlessly throwing useless stuff into it - a package of bandaids, some mints, an envelope that had come in the mail the day before. "But I can trace her cell phone. Or track her credit-card purchases. Something."

"Toby, do you hear yourself right now? You sound like the kind of crazy ex-boyfriend who kills people."

"I'm not planning on murdering anyone, but I'm not too far from going crazy." He sighed. "Paige, I have to talk to her."

"Stop. Hold on a minute." Paige put the casserole dish down on the coffee table and grabbed the satchel out of Toby's hand. "Take a breath. No one's dying, okay? Let's think this through."

"Paige, I'm worried she's gone forever. If I don't find her soon... What if she never comes back?"

Paige put the satchel down and wrapped an arm around Toby.

"She's going to come back, Toby. This isn't the same Happy from three years ago. Since I've met her, she's changed - she's not just going to disappear."

"You don't know that."

"Yes, I do. Now, there might be a lot of making-up to do - you may have to get on your knees and beg just to get her to come back to work, Toby. But Happy's not gone."

Tears were welling in Toby's eyes. "You think so?"

"I'm sure. At the very least, this isn't the last we've seen on Happy Quinn."

"So, what? I just sit here and do nothing?"

"I didn't say that. Here's what we're going to do: I'm going to call Happy and tell her you want to talk to her and see what she says. She may want to talk to you, too."

"I doubt that."

"You never know. If she says she wants to see you, great. If she says she needs space, we give her space."

"What if she ignores your call?"

"I'll leave a message. And if she doesn't respond within a day, then we can go all Sherlock Holmes. We'll track her down - if nothing else, we'll at least make sure she's safe. But we're going to do it together. And we're going to keep it as far from stalker-ish as we can, okay?"

Toby took a breath. "Okay."

"Good. Now, first things first, we take care of ourselves. What have you had to eat today?"

It took a minute for Toby to remember. "Some toaster waffles for breakfast this morning. And some popcorn for lunch."

"That's it? Okay, you need to eat." She picked up the casserole. "This needs to go in the oven at four hundred for an hour. Can you do that?"

Toby nodded. His anger and worry had faded into numbness; he followed Paige's instructions blindly. He fell into the state-of-mind he was in when someone had to pull him out of a rabbit hole: somewhere, he vaguely realized that what he was doing was good for him, but he couldn't really process that fact in the moment.

When he got back from the kitchen, the casserole in the oven, Paige had taken the stuff out of his satchel.

"What were you going to do?" she asked, holding up the mints in one hand and the envelope in the other. "Bribe her to come back with mints and a phone bill?"

Toby laughed. "I don't know. I wasn't thinking."

"Where would you be without me?" she asked, a smile on her face. "Okay, is the food cooking?"

"Yep."

"Good. Now, while that cooks: when's the last time you showered?"

"Um, I'm not sure…"

"Okay, that means you need to take one now. You'll feel better afterwards."

Toby nodded and then went into the bathroom. As he was getting undressed, he heard little beeps which told him Paige was dialing a number on her phone but, when he turned the shower on, all noise from the living room was drowned out by the rushing water.

He took his time in the shower, allowing the almost-too-hot water to run down his back and chest. The feeling of being immersed in heat - the scalding water, the humid steam - comforted him. He stayed there until the water had turned lukewarm and his whole body was red.

When he came out of the shower, dressed in clean clothes for the first time in days, Paige was on the sofa, reading from one of his science magazines.

"Learn anything good?" he asked.

She furrowed her eyebrows and began speaking slowly, stumbling over every third word. " 'Patients with opioid dependence are more likely to transition to extended-release naltrexone if, during detoxification, they receive rapidly increasing doses of oral naltrexone than if they receive the standard fifteen-day regimen including a seven-day buprenorphine taper.' " She looked up at him. "Does that mean anything to you?"

"Actually, it does. It's pretty big news in the world of treating narcotic addictions. Not sure why you would care, though."

Paige set the magazine down. "Well, it was on the coffee table, and it had this cute picture of a baby on the cover, so I thought I'd try it out. Won't be making that mistake again."

Toby sat down beside her on the sofa. "So… Did you call Happy?"

"I did. She didn't respond, so I left her a message."

Toby sighed. "So that means…"

"We wait a day and see if she calls back."

Toby leaned his head back on the sofa and groaned. "I hate waiting."

"Yeah, patience has never been your thing."

They were silent for a moment before Paige said, "Okay, Toby, I should really go get dinner for Ralph now. Are you going to be okay here by yourself? You could come over, if you want."

The thought of Ralph seeing him like this - so sad and broken - made Toby shudder. "No, I'll be fine. I've got my casserole and my oral-naltrexone article, so."

"Okay. Well, call me if you need anything. Really."

"Thanks, Paige. For everything."

Paige smiled and then got up to go, and Toby found himself, yet again, alone in his apartment.