Tony wanted to ask Perry and Della some questions, but they always managed to avoid them. Angela offered to pay a private investigator to find out more about the time surrounding Tony's birth. The investigator was not Paul Drake Jr. for obvious reasons. It didn't take long for the report to be sent to Tony and Angela. It only took four days for the investigator to find everything. Tony opened the file as soon as it arrived and he was stunned. Everything in the file read like a horror film. It was terrifying and shook him to the core. Angela walked into the house and saw Tony sitting on the couch, staring at papers on the coffee table. He looked upset, "what's wrong?"

Tony looked up and had been crying, "I got the report from the private investigator."

Angela rushed over and sat next to him, "it can't be that bad."

"A dirty judge forced my mother into an institution after I was gone. The doctor ordered ECT and the nurse was physically abusive to her. The last ECT was so intense that it did permanent nerve damage. That's why she has the cane. She never broke her hip. They aren't staying here because she can't always control her body or take the stairs."

"Oh, Tony, that's terrible. Wait, how did a judge have the ability to send her away?"

"She was in denial after my, well, after being told I was dead. Her doctor call a psychiatrist to have her institutionalized. My father took them to court that day, but the judge wouldn't release my mother. The judge, the obstetrician, the nurse, and the psychiatrist were partners, so it was easy to do. The attorney for them told the court and my father that it would be easier to see her every day if she was at the hospital. Everything they did after she was admitted, was a secret."

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, "that's probably them," Angela said.

Tony quickly gathered up the papers, "I can't see them yet. I'm not ready." He quickly retreated to the kitchen.

Angela went to answer the door. She let the couple in, "Tony's working on dinner. He should be out in a few minutes. I, um, just got home, so if you don't mind, I'd like to go change."

"Go right ahead," Perry said. He and Della sat on the couch.

In the kitchen, Tony was starting dinner when Sam and Jonathan walked in, "hey, dad."

"Hey, Tony."

"You're back early," he said.

The two shrugged, "we were ready to come home. The park was too crowded," Sam said.

"Well, go wash up for dinner. Should be ready in a half hour."

Sam noticed the file on the table she opened it and gasped. "Dad, is this true?"

"What?" he turned and saw what she was looking at.

"Nana was in the looney bin?"

"What?" Jonathan said.

"First of all, it's a psychiatric hospital. Second, they don't know I know yet so don't say anything." He took the folder and put it under the sink. The two kids went into the living room.

"Hey, you two," Perry smiled.

The two froze in their spots. "You both look like you've seen a ghost," Della said.

"We saw a ghost movie," Sam lied. "We have to go wash up though. We're pretty dirty." The two quickly ran upstairs.

"That was strange," Perry said. "How could they be scared from a movie if they were just with us?"

A half-hour later, everyone was sitting down to dinner. Samantha noticed that she would be seated next to Della. She looked at Jonathan, "grandma, can Sam sit next to me tonight?" he asked Mona.

"And just what is wrong with me?"

"Nothing, I just wanna sit with Sam."

"Kids," Mona grumbled. She moved seats.

Sam sat next to Jonathan, "thank you," she whispered.

"Any time," Jonathan whispered back. That night, Sam and Jonathan watched One Flew Over The Cuocuo's nest. They hardly slept that night. The following night, Della and Perry were supposed to babysit.

Sam and Jonathan had stayed in their rooms the entire night that Perry and Della were babysitting. They said that they had a lot of homework to do. Just before dinner, the doorbell rang. Perry answered the door and found a police officer on the other side with Samantha and Jonathan. "Both of you are supposed to be upstairs," Perry said.

"These two flagged my patrol car down. Said they needed help at home," the officer said.

"What?" Perry was confused.

Mona, Tony, and Angela walked in through the kitchen without being noticed by anyone but Della. "These kids said they were in danger. That there's a crazy woman here who's going to kill them," the officer said.

Sam spotted Della and pointed at her, "right there," she said. "She's the one. She was even in the looney bin."

"Samantha!" Tony scolded his daughter.

Della felt her heart break. The officer looked at the woman. "I'm sure this is a misunderstanding. I've got the kids' side, but I'd like to get yours."

"That's fine," Della said as she tried to keep her emotions in check.

"You can use the den," Angela said and pointed to the room.

Della, Perry, and the officer went to the den. Tony was furious, "Samantha, what were you thinking?"

"Dad, you don't get it. People like that are dangerous."

"People like that?"

"Yeah, people whose mental health is so bad they have to be institutionalized."

"Did you read any of that file?"

"I didn't have to."

Tony went to get the file. He took it to the den first to show the officer. After reading it over, the officer handed it back to Tony and the young man left. He handed Sam the file and told her to go to her room. Angela sent Jonathan with her. Soon the officer walked out and left. Perry emerged alone. "Where's mom?" Tony asked.

"She's too embarrassed to come out right now. Listen, we're going to go."

"Probably for the best," Tony said, "we all need to regroup."

"I'm going to take her back to the hotel and call to get us a flight out tomorrow."

"What? You're leaving?"

"You know how to get a hold of us. I need to do this for your mother. Could you all go upstairs so I can get her to the car? She doesn't want to face any of you."

"Sure," Angela said. The three went upstairs while Perry got his wife to the car.

When Perry woke up during the night, he noticed that Della wasn't beside him. He got up and found her sitting in a chair, by a window in the living room. "You okay?" he asked.

Della looked at him and it was clear she had been crying. "They were afraid of me," she said softly. "They thought I was going to hurt them."

"They just don't know everything. Tony gave them the file to read."

"Why haven't they called?"

"Maybe they haven't read it yet? Maybe Tony told them to give you space?"

"I never wanted them to find out."

"I know," Perry walked over and leaned down to kiss her. "Let's go back to bed." He took his wife's hand. Della grabbed her cane and tried to stand, but she couldn't. "Feet or legs?"

"Legs," Della said.

"If I get you to your feet can you walk?"

"Probably," Della said.

Perry placed his hands under her arms and helped her up, "you good?"

"I think," Della said. The two slowly made their way to the bed. The next day, they flew back home to Los Angeles.