Harry leaned against his bed's headboard. He was holding an ice pack to his eye. It was his first night home from the hospital. His black eye was still particularly nasty.
"Has the swelling gone down?" Tamara asked. She entered the room, holding a tray of his nightly medication.
"Slightly," Harry sighed. "I can't wait to finally get back on my feet."
"I can't wait too," Tamara said. She sat on the vacant side of the bed. "You know, you were in surgery for eight hours. I was sitting in the waiting room, praying that I wouldn't lose you."
"You can't get rid of me that easily," Harry joked.
"I was so scared," Tamara said. "You're the love of my life. However, I was also scared the baby wouldn't know their father."
"The baby?" Harry asked. Tamara gave him a gentle smile.
"I took a test while you were in surgery," Tamara explained. "I even got a doctor to verify. I'm about two months along. I know the situation isn't ideal. You're still in school and my teaching job doesn't pay well. We're also living with my mom-"
Harry took his wife's hand. "You have just made me the happiest man in the world," he explained. "When I was trapped in there, I kept fighting. I kept fighting to come home to you. I also had a feeling that I was fighting for something else. Now I know what it is."
Tears were welling up in Tamara's eyes. "You have just given me the greatest gift," Harry said.
"Thank you," Harry said as Gertrude gave him the box.
"You're welcome, honey," Gertrude said.
"I'm going to be heading back to the city," Harry said. That's when thunder's whip cracked. "Any chance that the train will drive through a storm?"
Gertrude shook her head slowly. "I have to get back to Rhyme," Harry said quickly. "I need to get this to Hide. The longer I'm here, the more likely Tim is to be dead. I have to get back."
"The train will be closed until tomorrow morning," Gertrude explained. "You can message Hide everything you remember."
"I have to get back," Harry stuttered. He ran outside into the pouring rain. He could barely see anything through the heavy rain. His Pokemon partner was shouting in protest. "I'll find a way."
"Harold Richard Goodman," Gertrude shouted. "Get your butt back inside!"
Harry's phone vibrated. He froze in the pouring rain. "I got a message," he murmured. The first thing he noticed was blood. A ton of blood. There was also a limp figure in the corner.