"Wow, Catherine! It's been so long! You disappeared after your parents moved out of the neighborhood and I never heard from you again," Steve said.
"If social networks existed at that time, we could have kept in touch," Catherine said.
"I don't have any social networks, even these days," Steve replied.
"Did you stop in the time, Steve?" She asked.
"Yeah, I think so," he replied.
"Daddy, are we going home?" Paul asked.
"We're going, son. Wait a minute," Steve replied to Paul.
"Catherine, did you call me here, any problem with the children?" Steve asked.
Catherine crouched down and spoke to the children. "My loves, I also want to go home, but I have so many toys to keep in the toy chest. Can you help me?"
"Yes," the children replied and went to do as she asked.
"I don't want to exploit your kids, I just don't want Alice to hear," Catherine told Steve.
"What happened?" Steve asked.
"Alice peed her pants today because she didn't ask to go to the bathroom, she is very shy, and you didn't put extra clothes in her backpack or in the boys' backpack. I had some extra clothes in my bag that I buy just for these emergency cases, but that's not the point. I think you should talk to our psychologist," Catherine told Steve.
"Okay, if you think so, I'll make an appointment with the daycare psychologist," Steve replied.
"She told me she doesn't have a mother. Did your wife pass away? This may be affecting her more than you think."
"No, Catherine. I'm not and I've never been married. I adopted them a month ago and her mother really died, but she wasn't my wife," Steve told Catherine.
"I didn't know they were adopted. Are they blood brothers?" Catherine asked.
"Yes, I adopted the three so they wouldn't be separated," Steve replied.
Catherine smiled. "Congratulations on the initiative, Steve. I'm proud of you."
"Thank you, Catherine. And just out of curiosity, did you know it was me when you read the children's files?" Steve asked.
"Well, I read the children's files and when I saw your name, I wondered if it was the same Steve McGarrett of my first kiss. But of course you don't remember that anymore," Catherine told him.
"You're wrong, I remember it very well," he replied.
Their eyes stayed on each other for a few seconds and they both smiled.
"We already saved everything, Aunt Cath," Philip said.
"That's not how you say it, Philip. You have to call her Miss, Mrs. ..." Steve looked at Catherine, waiting for her to complete his sentence.
"Everyone calls me Aunt Cath here and I'm fine with that," Catherine told him.
Steve noticed that her bright smile suddenly disappeared and he didn't understand.
"Come on," Steve said to the kids.
"Bye, Aunt Cath," Paul and Philip said.
"Bye, see you tomorrow," Catherine replied.
"Bye, Alice. See you tomorrow too," Catherine said, since the girl didn't speak to her.
"Bye," Alice said sheepishly.
"Bye, Catherine. It was great to see you," Steve told her.
"It was nice to see you too, Steve. And don't forget their clothes."
"Ok," Steve told her and left with the children.
Catherine stood at the door watching him and the children walk down the long hall.
At the end of the hall, Steve looked back and waved at her. Catherine waved back and smiled, but her look was sad.
She looked at the classroom and put everything in order before leaving. She took her bag, turned off the light and closed the door. "Unfortunately it's time to go home."