There a news report on tv, as young teenage girl no more then fifteen years old. Her black and blue hair was above her shoulders. She is sitting on a bed, right next to a man who is sleeping but hasn't waking up in a long time. Her hand grips his unmoved hand. Tears are falling down her face; on to her black shirt. Sobbing violently wishing that he would just opened up his eyes. "Dick! Please open up your eyes. I need you. Here by my side. Daddy! Please wake up." She falls back against the bed; knowing no matter what she does, there no hope of him opening up brown eyes. She turned over has her arm and hand on his chest. Her hand is on his heartbeat.

Early the next morning 6:22 am

Pre crime Department

Rachel comes in early for work; she has been there for four months. No one knows her name or her history. Which she likes; the group that brings in the guilty is made up of Fletcher, Knott, Evanna and other members of the team whose names she never got. There were two technical guys Jab and an assistant forget his name. But she don't care to know everyone name. She was only there to do a job and go home to her dad. "Dick?!" Rachel thought feeling that could cry all over again. "I need caffeine." She thought to herself. She finds the break room, see the coffee pot and pour herself a cup of hot coffee. Taste is almost bitter adding some sugar in coffee. The coffee sucked, but it was all they had there. Thinking about the old days; when she and Dick would go get coffee together.

Goes back to her desk, she is working on her computer. Typing away going over reported, crimes and small things. There a very strange feeling going on in the upper office. There a man wearing a nice suit, dark black hair and brown eyes. Something about this man; that she doesn't like. He's all business and doing things his way. Fletcher and the others don't like the look of him. But they have little choice, they have to do whatever he tells them.

Rachel gets up from her desk, she doesn't notice that the guy in the suit was looking at her. Going to drop off some paperwork, when she hears. "Excuse me. Miss?! Sorry to bother you. But could you come with me for a second." It was the pregnant assistant Casey. They both went up into the huge glass and the big computer that can predict what precogs see. She saw four men eyeing her; was getting a bad vibe from the suit. But Fletcher came up to her; "I'm sorry, for disturbing you. Miss?!" He couldn't remember her name; she steps up to him. "Rachel!" She tells him; he was running his fingers through his short blonde. "Rachel!" He says very slowly, "you'll have to forgive me. Usually we know everyone who works here. Guess we don't take the time to introduce ourselves to you."

Rachel held up her hand to stop him from apologizing to her. "I'm use to people doing that to me. So, it doesn't really matter. I should be getting back to work." She turns to get back to her desk. "Hold on a second." The suit speaks, "how old are you?" Rachel was taking aback, she asked. "Am I under Interrogation Or arrest of some kind? Cause if I am, I can call my family lawyer." Fletcher was quick to answer her; "No! You don't a lawyer." Rachel looked around the room. "I don't need to answer your questions. Especially from a man in a suit. Who looked like, he dresses like a crocked car sales man or someone who could sell me a fake Insurance." Before any of them could say anything, she feel peoples eyes on her. But what she don't notice was the three men were trying not to laugh. Casey was laughing loudly, holding her pregnant belly. Fletcher was covering his mouth with his hand. Knott's was trying to hold in his laughter. Jab was biting his tongue trying not to laugh at the Federal agent.

Rachel asked, "now can I get back to work?"

The federal agent was going to stop her; but Fletcher says. "You can go back to work."

Rachel left after that back to her desk, the federal agent was piss off. "Look the next time either or any of you Interfere again. When I'm Interrogating someone."

Casey stops him with a look, "listen here you. I don't take kindly to threats mostly against children or anyone who I worked with in this office. But you will never ever speak that way to her, me or them ever again. Pregnant or not I'll kick your ass."

Fletcher, Knott's and Jab were both wearing smiles on their faces. "I'm sorry. Mr Witwer. But you need to leave right now." He looks at all of them.

The federal agent Witwer looks at them and says, "you're going to regret this." The rest of them just shake their heads, glad that he left.

Later that evening

Rachel made it back to the flat, she puts in a code so that no one could enter. She takes off her backpack, coat and the motorcycle helmet on the chair. She gets out some leftovers heat in the microwave. She misses the days that Dick and her would cook together. Go out for walks and go to a coffee shop together just enjoy coffee together.

She spent three hours training everyday hoping to make her dad really proud of her. Afterwards took a long hot shower, changed into a old shirt of Dick. Wearing black pajama pants along with the shirt. Covers up with the sheets and blanket, kisses her dad cheek goodnight. Laying her head on top of his chest and grab his hand holding it for dear life.

Inside Dick mind

He is walking through a long path trying to get back to his daughter. There so much in his way, but he kept pushing himself to get back to his whole world. He could see a purple light of some kind.

On the bed

While Rachel is sleeping right next to her dad; her hand glow a bright purple along with Dick hand. She whisper in her sleep, "daddy, come back to me."