At the Old Inn's back lot, Michael was staying in a room with Jamie, the owner, McDowell, was a friend. Since Michael saved his friend's business from a reckoning ball, McDowell provided a room.

He had managed putting Jamie into the room and their bags, as Mrs. McDowell, the owner's wife was bringing food later. Jamie woke up and took a quick shower, and changed her clothes, while he brought sodas, candy bars, and chips.

Gulping down the Mountain Dew, she took her pills.

He stood, pulling the blankets back. "Are you okay?"

"I don't know." Jamie shook her head, placing the can on the night stand. "I need more sleep."

"You need food," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"My stomach can't handle food right now." Jamie flopped onto her side. "Sometimes, I punch and kick in my sleep."

"Now, you tell me, after getting one bed." He stood.

"Just stay on your side then," she giggled.

He pulled the blankets to her shoulders. "I'll remembered that, but I've a feeling you won't," Michael said, patting her shoulder.

Moments later, knocking echoed from the door, Michael peeked out. Mrs McDowell wearing a old blue dress, and her gray hair in a bun, holding a tray. He opened the door.

"Michael, it is good to see you again," Mrs. McDowell said, and entered. "I see you have a guest with you." She placed the tray down on the table, holding out her arms, he hugged her. "I won't stay long." She pulled away from him. "It's good to see you, Michael. I hear, you are in trouble."

"Yes. We won't be staying long."

"No worries." She waved her hand. "Stay as long as you need."

"Thank you for the food." Michael hugged her again.

Mrs. McDowell patted his back, holding on his arms, she stepped back. "Whatever is going on, you'll put the criminals in prison, I've no doubt. I brought peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and veggies too, in the morning, I'll send a nice breakfast."

"Thank you."

"If you need anything, contact me or my husband."

"Of course." He smiled.

Mrs. McDowell left, he shut the door, locking it. Michael took out his folder, sitting at the table, studying the information. He devoured two sandwiches leaving the rest for Jamie, as a few hours passed.

Jamie stirred in the bed and sat, she headed to the bathroom. A few minutes later, the faucet shut off, she appeared.

"Where are we?" Jamie slowly walked, and still exhausted.

"At a safe place." Michael leaned back, watching her.

Annoyed, she lifted her right eyebrow, said, "really? Afraid I'll due something stupid?"

He leaned back and folded his arms across his chest. "I haven't known you long, by your actions you're not in your right mind."

"That's what happens when I'm shock by a taser." She waved her hand. "I'll be fine by the afternoon." Jamie sat, grabbed a sandwich, and took a bite.

"Hungry now?"

"If a puke, I want food in my stomach," she said, chewing.

Michael stood, grabbed a paper cup, and dropped the ice cubes in it, poured her soda; he placed it on the table.

"Thank you." Biting into the sandwich, she pointed to the files. "Found anything new?"

He flopped into the chair. "Unsure. You 're still drugged from the meds, we can discuss this when you're more alert."

Jamie took the photo he was studying. "At first glance, I thought this was Amy, but it isn't," she said. "It's another woman with similar features, the angle of the photo suggests it is Amy. Have a closer look at it again." Jamie pushed the photo towards him.

He stared at her. "You are drugged."

"I am, it doesn't mean I can't think." Her left index finger tapped her head, she grinned. "I've a Knight's mind."

"We will talk about it, after you have rested," Michael said, pushing the photo away.

"Like the guy that stolen the weapons pretending to be you," she said, snatching, and pointing to the photo. "Why can't this woman pretend to be Amy?" Jamie placed the photo on the table.

Taking it, he looked at the photo more closely. "There are slight differences this woman is taller than Amy, and my girlfriend has longer hair." He looked at her. "How?"

"No emotions, just clear logic." She devoured her sandwich, finishing her soda. "Are you staying up all night?"

"Why?"

She shrugged . "You need your sleep too." Jamie headed to the bed.

Michael put away the files, and made sure the bags were packed just in case they needed to flee. Sitting on the bed, he pulled off his boots and laid on his back, as Jamie rolled onto her side facing him. Her jaw was clinched, her muscles spasmed, she looked tense in her sleep, he put his arm around her. She snuggled closer. She was exhausted and scared of something about this case.