"At least that's an improvement," the doctor said when Adrien was finally settled.

"How is having her put back to sleep an improvement?" Adam asked with frustration. He'd been hoping she was waking up.

"She's feeling the bullet wound in her leg, which means she's starting to come out of it. But she's coming out of it so violently. If she struggles too much, then that headwound might bleed and her brain might swell and make things worse. Adam, she's in a great deal of pain. It's best we let things be for tonight, we need to try to pull her out slowly, or we could do a lot of damage, maybe even lose her. If she starts again, put this chloroform over her mouth and nose, hold it until you're sure she's out."

He handed Adam a rag and a small bottle. Adam gave him a look like he was listening but had no plans to obey.

"Adam, I know you want her back, but there's too many chances if we let it happen like this."

Adam set the items on the counter after the doc had left the room.

"God, I hate this," Adam said falling back into his chair.

"If you hate this so much, then why don't you just go home," Travis venomously told him.

"No, I just want her to wake up. I want her back. I can't stand being without her. She might wake up, if he'd just let her."

"The doc knows best Adam. We'll talk to him in the morning and see what else we can do." Travis answered. "Just go to sleep, that's all we can really do, right now."

"It just isn't right," Adam said under his breath.

"What's not right?" Travis asked.

"Just go back to sleep."

It was silent for a little while. Adam knew that Travis was asleep.

"It's really not right darling, " Adam whispered in Adrien's ear. "We should be somewhere far away from here. We should be in a grand house with Rebecca and Little Adam. You should be dancing to your hearts content and choreographing like you always wanted. We should have the lives we always dreamed about. We deserve those lives darling. It's not right that you gave up your dreams. It's not right that we lost our children. It's not right that you have to work like this, and it's not right that you keep getting into these messes because I'm not here to protect you. I'll make it up to you somehow…someway…I'll make it right. But you have to wake up for me to do that darling."

It was dark. It seemed like a dream world here, but how did she get here? Where was she? Where was here?

It was so cold. She tried walking in one direction, whatever that direction was, but it just got colder and colder.

"I'll find my way eventually," she assured herself. "If I just keep going."

And she did just that for a very long time, but it just got darker and colder still. Then she heard a voice.

It was comforting, loving, and familiar. Yes, she knew that voice, but she could not place it now.

Behind her a light appeared, but she could not tell when it came from, so she walked towards it. As she moved, the voice got louder. It said:

"I tried darling. I really tried. I love you. I hope you know that because I can't figure out quite how to tell you…"

She ran to the light, to the voice. There was something there, but it was a very, very long way away. She kept running.

She was getting close very close. The light was coming from a door. When she got to it, she tried to turn the knob, but it was locked. The light went out and the voice disappeared.

"No, please, no, someone let me out, please" she tried to say falling down on her knees, but the words would not come out.

"It's not right darling," the voice said and the light started to reappear.

That voice was so familiar, but when she tried to place it. It started to feel like the entire room was caving in on her.

The voice kept going, "We should be somewhere far away from here…"

It seemed like it echoed in that dark room, but the source of the voice didn't come from the room It was from the other side of the door. She tried the knob on the door again, but it still wouldn't budge. She pounded the door with her fists and cried "Let me out! Let me out!"

But it seemed like there was no one on the other side.

"Someone please!" she pleaded again.

The voice kept going, "We should have the lives we always dreamed about."

She kept pounding on the door.

Adrien's grip tightened on the hand that Adam was holding.

"Adrien! Sweetheart! Are you waking up?"

Adam's excitement woke Travis, he sprang for the bottle of chloroform and the rag.

"No, Travis, don't do it!" Adam ordered.

"But Adam, the doc said."

"She just squeezed my hand. Let's not get too excited yet."

"But the doc said not to let her wake up tonight."

"She just squeezed my hand, that's all, how is that waking her up too fast."

"The doctor just wanted to give her the night. Remember the bleeding, Adam!"

"Listen, I swear if she moves again. I'll do it, but for now, she's fine."

"Alright, " Travis answered, "Just don't make me use that stuff on you. Get some rest or I just might."

"I just want to know that she's alright. I want to hear it from her."

"Adam, you will soon enough, but she needs time to heal. You need to let her."

"Here," Adam said, handing the bottle of chloroform and the rag to Travis, "maybe you should be the one to decide when to use it."

Travis took the items.

"Don't worry, Adam. She's going to be alright. Just get some rest, ok?"

"I'll rest when Adrien tells me that I can."

"Adam, you'll be no good to her exhausted. Get some sleep."

"I will. I just want to talk to her a little bit more before I do."

"Adrien, can you hear me? Do you even know that I'm here?" the voice called again. She still couldn't place it

"Adrien, Adrien," she said to herself, "Am I Adrien? Is that me? Is that voice talking to me?"

As she spoke, she started to feel like the room was caving in on her again.

She ran back to the door and tried to open it again. It still wouldn't move. She pounded it again, still no answer.

She collapsed and slid down the door. Suddenly, she noticed a keyhole in the lock. As the voice kept talking, light would come through it. She struggled to look through it. She could see! There was someone there! He was the one talking! He was the voice!

She screamed as loud as she could, "Help me!" and he seemed to hear.

"Adam!"

"Oh my God, Adrien." Adam screamed in surprise.

She screamed, "Help me! Adam! Get me out of here!"

"Adrien, I'm here, it's alright I'm here," he put his arms around her and held her as tight as he could. "I won't let anything happen to you, I promise. It's ok."

Her head tossed back and forth. She never responded to Adam. She couldn't hear him. Suddenly, she let out a blood curdling scream!

Travis came over Adam's shoulder with the rag that Dr. Martin had given him and put it over her mouth and nose. Seconds later, she relaxed and was peacefully lying there on the bed.

"I think that we may have let it go too far this time." Travis stated.

"I don't know. It happened so suddenly," Adam answered. "but it didn't sound like she was in pain. I wonder what is going on in there. She sounded so scared."

"Yes, Adam, I'm scared. I'm trapped and I can't get out of here. Please help me!" she pleaded.

She didn't know where the door had gone. She'd been whisked so suddenly from it. She tried going in the direction that she'd gone before, but she couldn't figure out what direction exactly that was.

"Oh, Adam, if only you could hear me now." she cried. At least, she'd finally figured out who the voice was. She was beginning to remember things now.

"Oh, God, I'm so scared."

"It's ok to be scared, Adrien." A mildly familiar voice said to her, it definitely wasn't Adam.

Adrien turned around to see who it was.

"Mother?" She asked in complete surprise.

"Yes," the woman answered, "it's me, baby."

"Am…Am I…"

"Are you dead? No. You're not. That's a choice that you get to make later. We just have some things to talk about sweetheart. Come with me. I have something to show you."