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The next day, Dick didn't get out of bed. With the exception of going to the bathroom that is. Thomas and Pennyworth didn't try to get him up or disturb him either. The creepy butler had brought him food and Thomas periodically checked in on him but other than that, they left him alone. Dick was grateful for that. He didn't want to do anything or talk to anyone. All he could think about was how he killed Harvey Dent. Killed him with his own, bare hands.

"Richard?" Startled by Thomas's voice, not having heard him approach, Dick sat up on his bed and looked over at him.

"Yes Thomas?"

"Come down to the Cave with me," he said, tilting his head to the side. Without waiting for a response, Thomas walked away. Dick frowned in slight confusion at the sudden request. However, he knew that disobeying would mean trouble and Dick didn't want to deal with that right now. So he got up and headed down to the Batcave.

By the time he got down there, he saw Thomas, already dressed in his Owlman uniform, with something in his hand. It looked like a piece of fabric or something. Confessed, Dick walked over to him and asked, "What's going on?"

"You'll find out soon enough. Put this on and get in the car," Thomas told him and handed him the fabric.

Looking down at it, Dick saw it was a ski mask. The kind that covered the entire face with the exception of the eyes. Not having any energy or real desire to argue or question it, he slipped the mask over his face and got into the car. A few seconds later, Thomas climbed into the driver's side, another piece of fabric in his hands.

"Face the window," he ordered. Still completely confused, Dick slowly turned his head to look out the window.

Suddenly, something was being wrapped around his eyes, blinding him. "What are you doing?"

"The location we are going to is top secret," was the only response Dick got. Once the blindfold was secured, Dick heard and felt the car start up. Then, they were driving away.

Dick had no idea what was going on. Thomas had never done this before. Because everyone thought he was dead, Dick never left the Manor except for patrol, when he was wearing his uniform. The Talon uniform that Pennyworth had made for him, which covered his whole head and face. The young man knew he should pay more attention to what was going on, since this was so strange, but he couldn't bring himself to try. He was stuck in this apathetic numbness and didn't want to leave it. If he did, then he'd just break down again and be swallowed in his guilt.

So Dick stayed silent and uncaring, barely even noticing the speed or the turns the car took. Thomas didn't say anything either, which wasn't that odd. The older man didn't mind silence. Seemed to prefer it actually. He was a lot like Bruce in that regard. The only thing that Dick was somewhat focused on was the rumble of the car's engine. It was steady and starting to lull him to sleep. Until the car finally came to a stop and the engine was turned off that is.

"Stay here and stay quiet until I come and get you." Thomas ordered. Dick nodded, then stayed still as he heard the door on the driver's side open and the driver get out, followed by the door slamming shut.

For the next five minutes or so, Dick waited patiently, still confused by what was going on. Then, his door opened and a hand grabbed his arm as Thomas said, "Come on."

Thomas led Dick into a building. He could tell that from the feeling of the ground switching from gravel to flat, smooth tile. It was also suddenly warmer unlike how it was outside. As they kept walking, Dick tensed. Besides the sound of feet on the floor, it was deathly quiet. He had no clue what was going on and it was starting to freak him out a bit. After only five minutes or so though, they came to a stop.

"You can take the blindfold and mask off now," Thomas told him, letting go of his arm. Wanting answers, Dick did so, then froze in shock.

Right in front of him, was a large window that looked into a large room. Dick didn't recognize the people inside. Alfred, Bruce, Jason and Tim. They were inside, looking extremely confused, ignoring the window. It must've been two-way mirror, which meant they had no idea he was standing on the other side of the glass, looking at them. To his relief, they didn't appear to be hurt at all, but he couldn't tell for sure with the grey, prison jumpsuits they were all wearing. What was noticeable was that Bruce and Jason weren't as muscular as they used to be, which made sense considering they weren't able to exercise as they used to. But they were alive, and were safe.

"As a reward for what you did last night, you have two hours with them."

Dick wasn't sure if he was breathing. After months of missing his family, wondering if they were okay, they were right in front of him. Ever since he made the deal with Thomas for their safety, he wasn't sure he would ever really get to see them again. He figured Thomas would think that letting them meet would be too dangerous. Yet here they were. And not only that, he was going to actually be able to talk to them. For two whole hours. Before Dick could say 'thank you', the criminal opened the door and looked at the family inside.

"Any of you try anything, I'll make you all pay." Thomas threatened them, before he walked off to the side and out of sight. He then nodded at Dick, silently telling him he could enter. Without any hesitation, he walked into the room.

Once he was inside, he froze again. He was finally with his family, and it was because he killed someone. Shameful tears started flooding his eyes again. He tried to force them back, but then he heard his Dad's voice.

"Dick?"

Two Months and One Week Ago…

Standing on a tiny step-stool in front of a large mirror, Dick tried not to move. After Thomas had whipped him a week ago, he had decided that it was time to get him fitted for a new suit. A Talon suit. Apparently, Owlman was eager to have his new partner out on the streets with him. Ever since Dick was 'punished' and had the collar on, which Thomas never took off and shocked Dick if he tried to go outside without Thomas or Pennyworth, they seemed to be convinced he wouldn't try to escape again. And they were right. Pennyworth was sure taking his time measuring him though.

"Try to stay still Master Richard." Pennyworth chided after Dick shifted again. Dick didn't respond, but tried again to stay still as the bats above fluttered around.

He hated having to be still. He also hated standing in front of the tall mirror where he could clearly see the metal collar around his neck. Even though he could see that it wasn't that tight or that bulky, it felt heavy and like it was squeezing his neck. He was constantly aware that it was there, and the last few nights, he had horrible nightmares where he was some kind of animal, chained and collared and owned by a mad man. The worst thing was, waking up and realizing that his reality wasn't far off from that.

"How's the suit coming along?" Thomas's voice pulled Dick from his reverie, seeing him coming up behind him in the mirror.

"Quite well Master Thomas, though it would go much faster if someone didn't keep moving." Pennyworth answered, shooting Dick a quick glare before continuing his task.

"I hate standing still." Dick muttered, resisting the urge to kick Pennyworth in the face. Thomas however, gave him a fond smile through the mirror's reflection as he said, "My Richard Grayson was the same way."

Dick suddenly felt sick to his stomach when Pennyworth announced, "There, that should be enough. You are free to leave."

"I'm going to head up to my room." Dick mumbled, then got off the stool and headed for the stairs that led up to the Manor. Neither Thomas or Pennyworth tried to stop him.

When he reached his room, the acrobat shut both of the doors. He wanted as much privacy as he could get, but honestly, he had none whatsoever. The only door that locked was the barred one, and only Thomas or Pennyworth could lock it. They even took the door to his private bathroom off. If his captors wanted to come see and talk to him, they could do so whether Dick wanted them to or not. It was beyond frustrating, even if it did seem that Thomas was, slightly, trying to respect his wishes when he wanted privacy.

Sitting down on the window seat, Dick looked outside through the metal bars. There had been many times he would sit here, just thinking. When he was younger, he would have times where he felt like his room was a prison. When he was grounded, when he was injured and wasn't supposed to exert himself while he healed. He never thought it would become a literal prison though.

Letting his head fall forward to lean against the window, he felt a burning shock around his neck and immediately jerked away enough to land on the floor. The collar. Dick knew it would electrocute him if he tried to walk through a door that led outside without supervision. He accidentally did that a few days ago. He didn't think about the windows though.

The doors were then thrown open and Thomas burst into the room, fury and fear covering his face. "What did you do?"

"Nothing. I just sat down and leaned against the window," Dick explained as he sat upright.

"And you weren't planning another escape attempt so you could find Bruce?" Thomas seemed to calm down a little now that he saw that Dick hadn't succeeded in getting out, but clearly skeptical of the younger man's answer.

"No. How could I? I don't know where you put my family. For all I know, you don't even have them imprisoned. Maybe you were lying to me in order to keep me trapped here. Maybe you actually killed them!" Dick practically yelled as he jumped to his feet.

Thomas glared at him for a few second, then called out, "Alfred!"

"Yes sir?" Pennyworth suddenly appeared in the doorway, looking solely at Thomas, which was normal to Dick. The butler made it clear that he didn't like Dick or approve of his boss's attempts to make him his loyal partner. And Dick didn't like him at all either.

"Watch him," Thomas ordered before storming out of the room. Pennyworth nodded, then looked over at Dick with cold eyes. Dick meanwhile, sat back down on the window seat and waited.

About two minutes later, Thomas came back into the room. He strode right over to Dick and handed him a tablet. "Here."

Cautiously, Dick looked down at the tablet. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but he was stunned by what he saw. On the screen, was four different videos playing. Security footage. And in each frame, was one member of his family. Alfred, Bruce, Jason, and Tim. They were in what appeared to be cells and were wearing grey jumpsuits, but they were alive. They were okay.

"I am a man of my word Richard," the crime lord said with a gentle tone of voice. He let Dick watched the footage for almost ten minutes before he took the tablet back.

Now…

"Bruce?" Dick whispered, then arms were suddenly wrapped tightly around him.

"You're alive. You're alive," Bruce cried. Dick could actually feel his shirt getting wet with tears. The acrobat's legs suddenly buckled underneath him. Only Bruce's arms kept him upright, but only for a few seconds before the older man dropped to his knees, practically cradling Dick like a child.

"What happened?" Tim questioned, coming around to crouch down near Dick's back.

Alfred circled around to stand near Dick's head while Jason got to his knees by his older brother's feet and asked, "Are you okay?"

For a long a moment, Dick didn't say anything. He knew that he should. After months of being imprisoned here, wherever they were, they deserved answers. But Dick didn't want to tell them. If he did, they would hate him. He agreed to partner with the villain holding them prisoner. He killed a man. How could they not hate him? They'd push him away and tell him to get out. He just wanted to be with his family for as long as possible. But they deserved the truth, they needed to know what was going on.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," Dick apologized as he started crying himself, lifting his head a little so he could see his brothers and his grandfather. They looked confused and worried.

"Shh chum, it's okay. Just tell me what happened," Bruce told him, his voice so gentle. It reminded Dick of when his parents died, when Bruce first took him in while Dick was grieving and waking up all hours of the night with nightmares of his parents falling to their deaths. It made him want to cry even more.

"I… I, I killed Two-Face," Dick revealed as he closed his eyes, unable to bring himself to see the look on his Dad's face at his confession.

He could feel the tension flood the air. Over his sobs, he was positive he could hear someone gasp, but he had no clue who it was. Then, he felt a hand on his cheek, turning his head. Deciding to risk it, he opened his eyes to see Bruce staring down at him. "Start from the beginning. Tell me everything."

He told them about how he was captured by the Crime Syndicate and beaten publicly, even though they might have already known about that. Told them about the deal he made with Owlman for their safety. He didn't tell them about living with Thomas and his freaky butler, about how much of a prisoner he still was. Not with Thomas just outside listening in. However, he forced himself to reveal why he was allowed to visit them. How he killed Two-Face.

"I'm sorry Bruce. I'm so sorry," Dick sobbed, burrowing his head back into Bruce's chest, wanting as much comfort as he could get before Bruce pushed him away and started yelling at him. He broke his code, his one rule, and it couldn't be undone like it was with the Joker.

To his surprise though, Bruce squeezed him tighter and lowered his head, cheek pressing against the original Robin's dark locks, whispering, "It's okay chum. It's not your fault. None of this is your fault."

"But I," Dick tried to protest but Bruce wasn't having it.

"No. Listen to me," The Dark Knight insisted before he pulled away, just a little, so he could looked directly into Dick's eyes. "It's not your fault."

Shaking his head, Dick again tried to argue but before he could get a word out, Tim cut in. "It wasn't, Dick. It might not seem like it now, but it wasn't."

Turning his head, he tries to get a good look at everyone's faces, unable to believe that they were being honest. Everything was blurry due to the tears flooding his eyes, but he could see the sincerity in their own eyes. Somehow, they honestly didn't blame him for what he did. Something in his chest loosened and Dick suddenly felt disconnected from his body. One of his biggest fears didn't come true and he didn't know how to react. So he just laid limp in Bruce's arms. By the time his tears ran dry, Dick was exhausted. He would've fallen asleep but he realized there was something else he needed to tell them.

"I don't know what to do. I don't how to get out of this, how to get you guys out of this," Dick admitted, voice full of hopelessness. He wasn't the one in prison jumpsuits and trapped in a cell, he was still going out 'fighting crime', but he was just as powerless as they were.

"Don't worry about us Dickie. We'll be okay," Jason assured him, patting his knee comfortingly.

"You just take care of yourself, Master Dick," Alfred chimed in with a smile. "We have been through worse."

"Besides being bored, we're doing just fine. And even better knowing you're actually alive," Tim added. Dick could tell the smiles were a little forced, that they weren't as okay as they were trying to make it sound, but were sincere at the same time. Looking over at Bruce, since he was the one that stayed silent, he saw him give him a nod, silently telling him that he was in agreement with the others.

"I've missed you guys so much," Dick said, looking them all over again.

"We've missed you too," Tim responded as he leaned closer to his oldest brother. It was the best he could do since he couldn't really hug him with the way Bruce was holding him. Alfred and Jason also pressed close.

They didn't speak at all again. Dick simply rested in his family's arms. He didn't want to move. He wanted to stay here forever. Yet, he knew he wouldn't be able to. He was going to have to leave them, and he had no idea if he would be able to see them again. Was this a one-time deal? Would he have to kill again in order to 'earn' the right to see them? The thought made him clutch his Dad even harder.

All too soon, Dick heard the door open and Thomas announce, "Time's up."

Dread immediately filled Dick's body. It didn't feel like two hours had passed. Part of him wondered if Thomas decided to cut the visit short. Alfred, Bruce, Tim, and Jason wouldn't know as they weren't told how long they had together, but Dick knew better to question it or argue for more time with his family. That would only anger Thomas and over the last few months, Dick had learned to fear the criminal. If he argued, not only would he be 'punished', but Thomas could easily hurt one of his loved ones in retaliation. So Dick reluctantly got to his feet.

"Will you come back?" Tim asked as he, and everyone else, stood up as well.

"I, I don't know," Dick kept his eyes on the faces of his family, wanting to keep them in his sight for every precious second that remained. "I love you, all of you."

"We love you too, Dick," Tim responded, wrapping his arms around his oldest brother's waist in a tight hug, which Dick immediately returned. After a few seconds, he pulled away and Jason took a turn giving his brother a tight embrace. When Jason pulled away, Alfred came forward. Hugs from Alfred were rare, which made Dick treasure it all the more.

When it was Bruce's turn, he leaned down and whispered in his first son's ear, "Stay safe."

"I will," Dick promised. Then, he ended the hug and turned away, walking towards Thomas and leaving his family behind.

As soon as he was out of the room, Gotham's new crime lord slammed the door shut, locked it, and handed Dick the ski mask. Obediently, the younger man put it on and stood still as Thomas blindfolded him again. While some people might think it was a bit overkill, Dick understood it. If he knew where his family was, then he'd find a way to escape and save them. Plus, as far as the rest of the world was concerned, Dick Grayson was dead. And with Thomas pretending to be a long lost Wayne relative, and the supposed 'death' of Bruce Wayne and his other heir, Timothy Drake, no one knew who Owlman and his Talon were. Dick had no doubt that Thomas would like to keep it that way. Exposing his face to the guards that were undoubtedly around would ruin that.

Once fully blindfolded, Dick felt Thomas grab his hand and started leading him back through the building. Before he knew it, he was back in the passenger seat of the car while Thomas was behind the wheel, starting up the engine.

"Thank you, for letting me see them," Dick told him as he felt the car pull out of the spot where it was parked.

"Considering how well you did with Two-Face, I thought you deserved it," Thomas responded with a matter-of-fact tone of voice. "I just hope that this little visit doesn't put any ideas in your head."

"No, it hasn't. I know the rules," Dick quickly responded, remembering all too well just how creative Thomas's 'punishments' could get.

"Good."

One month and Eight Days Ago…

Dick couldn't recall what exactly he said, even though he had just said it. Based on the looks on Thomas's and Pennyworth's faces though, he assumed it was bad. However, he didn't regret it one bit. Considering everything he had been through, he had every right to snap at the men. He had had enough of their control and blatant manipulation tactics. In fact, they're lucky he hadn't thrown punches. The fury is his body was itching for some kind of outlet and the longer he was in their presence, the more he wanted to take it out on them.

Not wanting to be anywhere near them right now, or ever again, Dick turned to leave, but Thomas's hand shot forward and gripped his bicep. "Hold it right there, Richard."

"Let go of me!" Dick shouted as he tried to pull his arm away. However, the older man's hold was too tight.

"You will apologize to me and Alfred, right now," Thomas ordered through clenched teeth. The last time Dick had seen his captor this furious was when he tried to escape. However, Dick was also furious, too furious to remember what Thomas did in response to his actions.

"Why should I? Everything I said was true."

Thomas's grip tightened to the point that was no doubt going to leave a massive bruise. "That's enough."

"What are you going to do? Wash my mouth out with soap?" Dick asked sarcastically. Instead of giving an answer, Thomas turned and started dragging the former acrobat down the hall towards Bruce's study, where the entrance to the Batcave. Only now realizing what was going to happen, Dick tried pull away, to break free of the older man's hold. "Let go!"

Thomas only tightened his grip and continued to drag him down to the Cave, Pennyworth following close behind them. As soon as they reached the bottom of the stairs, Thomas threw him to the ground and walked over to the Batcomputer. Groaning at the ache of hitting the cold floor so hard, Dick tried to get up. By the time he was on his knees, Pennyworth was standing behind him and Thomas was pulling something out of a drawer. It was a strange, metal circle thing that had a hinge on one of the sides. It was also wider at spot and from the spot, there was something flat sticking out in the inside of the circle. It was creepy, and Thomas was bringing to over to him.

"What's that?" Dick asked, staring in fear at the device in Thomas's hands. The older man didn't answer. He just started walking towards him. Dick tried to move, to get away from him, but Pennyworth fisted his hand in Dick's hair and grabbed a wrist, twisting it behind his back to keep him still.

"Get away from me!" He shouted, trying to move. However, he could barely move an inch.

As Thomas brought the device to his face, Dick suddenly realized what it was. A muzzle. Thomas opened it up and started to wrap it around the younger man's jaw, the wider end in front of his mouth. He forced the metal flat end that was sticking out in between Dick's lips before locking it shut around his head, the bottom cupping Dick's lower jaw and keeping it shut. It was cold, heavy, and humiliating.

"Until you learn to speak with respect towards me and towards Alfred, you won't speak at all," Thomas told him, patting his cheek condescendingly. He then turned and went back over to the computer, sitting down and getting to work like nothing just happened. Pennyworth also let go and walked over to his boss.

With all attention off of him, Dick brought his hands up to the gag, trying to pull it off. However, no matter how hard he pulled, he couldn't get it off. Tears filled his eyes and, not wanting his captors to see him cry, he fled up the stairs to his bedroom.

No one bothered him for the next several hours. Even when it came time for lunch, no one came to get him. During that time, Dick cried himself dry and tried to figure out how to get the muzzle off but from what he could tell, it was locked electrically. He needed a fingerprint, probably Thomas's, to unlock and open it. And considering how careful he was about wearing gloves since he had a lot of things locked with this thumbprint, the odds of getting a copy of a fingerprint wasn't good. Giving up, Dick laid down on his bed and tried to feel as numb as he possibly could.

A knock on his door had Dick turning around to see the creepy butler standing in the doorway and staring at him.

"Dinner is served. Master Thomas expects you there," Pennyworth announced, then walked away without waiting for a reply. Not that Dick could say anything if he wanted too. Hungry, and desperate to get the thing off his face, he got up and headed down to the dining room.

Upon entering the room, he immediately saw Thomas sitting at his spot at the head of the table. There was a plate of food in front of him, but nothing in front of the chair where Dick normally sat. That was a more than a little worrying, and confusing. Was he not going to be allowed to eat? Was this part of his 'punishment' for yelling and insulting them?

Hearing him come in, Thomas glanced up and said, "Sit down."

Too tired to try and figure out what was going on or fight it, Dick sat down. Once he was seated, Thomas started eating, and ignoring his presence. He didn't offer to take the muzzle off to let Dick eat or anything, which was confusing. Was forcing him to watch Thomas eat part of the punishment? Maybe he was going to wait until he was done before asking Dick if he had learned his lesson. Then, if Dick nodded, he would take it off.

"Thank you, Alfred," Thomas told him as he cleared the dishes away after he finished his dinner. Pennyworth nodded, then headed towards kitchen. After he was gone, the criminal turned his attention towards Dick. "You must be hungry, and thirsty."

Wordlessly, Dick nodded. Thomas stood up and added, "Follow me."

Still confused, he got up and followed Thomas through the house towards the study. Towards the Batcave. Why were they going down there? Dick wished he could ask. Wished he could speak. But all he could do was do what he was told, unless of course he wanted to anger him even more than he already had. It was honestly making him feel like he was dog that Thomas was trying to train. He was already feeling a bit like an animal since Thomas put the stupid collar on his neck, which was still there and probably wasn't coming off for a while, but now with the muzzle and being expected to blindly follow orders, it was worse.

"Lay down here," Thomas ordered his new partner as they reached the infirmary area of the Cave. When Dick didn't move, Thomas turned around with anger and hissed, "I said, lay down."

Scared of what would happen if he didn't, Dick made his way over to the medical cot near where Thomas and Pennyworth were now standing. Staring nervously at them, he climbed up and slowly laid down, now feeling a bit like a man going to his execution.

"Try to stay still, Master Richard," Pennyworth informed him as he started fiddling with something on the small table beside the cot. Dick leaned his head forward to try and figure out what the elder man was going. Seeing the tubes and tools, Dick suddenly realized what was about to happen and tried to get up. Thomas however, immediately grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down.

"Okay, we're doing this the hard way."

The hard way was Pennyworth tying him down on the uncomfortable bed with leather straps around his wrists, ankles, legs and chest while Thomas tried to keep him still. They even put one over Dick's forehead so he couldn't move his head. Once he was immobile, Pennyworth coming forward with the NG tube, and slid it down Dick's nose.

There were times Dick had an NG tube after being seriously injured, but he was always unconscious for it. The whole process of being force-fed through a tube was extremely uncomfortable, disgusting and a whole new level of embarrassing. Embarrassing enough that he couldn't help the tears that reappeared in his eyes. Thankfully, it didn't take that long, but he hated every second of it.

"I told you that you won't speak until you learn to speak with respect. Do you really think I believe you have learned that already?" Thomas wondered as he started to undo the straps keeping Dick in place after Pennyworth removed the tube. He then patted him on the shoulder and added, "But don't worry, I won't let you starve or get dehydrated. I'll take care of you. Just like I have since the beginning."

The next morning, after Thomas ate breakfast with Dick sitting beside him, he took down to the Cave to force-feed him through a tube just like before. And like before, Dick tried to fight it, but was strapped down again so he couldn't. Knowing he wasn't going to win, and hoping that his 'punishment' would end faster if he just went along with it, he accepted the situation.

Thomas made him wear the muzzle for a full week before he finally took it off.

Now…

The trip back was quiet, which was nice. It gave Dick time to process everything that just happened. He somewhat expected Thomas to immediately confront him on everything that he talked about with his family. He would've heard everything they said, Dick had no doubt that he was listening in on them. Yet Thomas didn't. Maybe it was because Dick didn't actually say anything too bad. After all, he didn't tell them all about Thomas's crimes, or how he would 'punish' Dick if he stepped out of line. Maybe he just didn't have anything to say. Or maybe, he was just waiting until they were home and could 'punish' him.

"We're back," Thomas broke the silence as the car came to stop.

Taking the blindfold and mask off, Dick asked, "Are we still going on patrol?"

"I think we can stay in tonight. Maybe we can… watch a movie or something," Thomas suggested awkwardly. It was clearly another 'bonding' attempt, there have been a lot of those ever since Thomas brought him back to Gotham after the Crime Syndicate took over. Usually Dick tried to avoid them, but that tended to start arguments that risked fights Dick did not want. He knew what would happen if he actually got Thomas really mad. However, he didn't have energy to deal with that right now. It would be easier to just go along with it.

"Yeah, sure. That sounds… nice."

From the corner of his eye, Dick saw Thomas smile as he said, "Head upstairs and pick something to watch. I'll be up as soon as I change."

With a nod, Dick climbed out of the car and headed upstairs. A few minutes later, he found himself on the couch in the living room as a movie played on the screen. He didn't even know what it was. He had just picked one at random and wasn't paying any attention to it now. Thomas, sitting on the other end of the couch, didn't seem to notice. Or if he did, he didn't say anything about it, and Dick didn't want him to. In his mind, he was back in that room with Alfred, Bruce, Tim, and Jason. He wished he was still there. He'd rather be in a prison cell instead of here if it meant he was with his family.