"Jesse?" Steve called when he saw Jesse came round.

Jesse slowly opened his eyes, "Steve?"

"Hey, you okay?" Steve asked, sitting on the edge of Jesse's bed.

Jesse looked at the room, trying to remember something. Suddenly, Jesse tensed and he hugged Steve, "Steve!"

"Hey, easy... it's okay, I'm here," Steve rubbed Jesse's back gently.

"The-the man..." Jesse said, shaking.

"What man?" Steve let go.

"Sam"

"What?"

"I saw him last night. He-he's back. He was here..."

"Ssssh," Steve hugged him. "It's okay. I'm here now", Steve looked up at his father who was standing at the door.

***

After settling Jesse back to sleep, Mark and Steve had a discussion about Jesse.

"Kelly told me that Jesse didn't want her," Mark said. "He expelled her"

"We need someone to look after Jesse. At least until he behaves like he used to be," Steve said.

"I agree with you, Steve," Mark replied.

"Mark, Steve? Did you see her?" Jesse suddenly appeared.

"Who?" both father and son frowned.

"Mia. She was in my room when I woke up. Then, she went out," Jesse said.

Steve and Mark exchanged looks.

"Jesse, you need rest," Mark stood. He led his friend back to bed, "You haven't totally recovered. You need a lot of rest". Mark waited a moment until Jesse slept, then he walked back to where his son had been sitting and said, "this doesn't look good, Steve."

***

"No!!!" Jesse screamed in the middle of the night.

Steve who was going to go to bed, ran to Jesse's room and saw Jesse in the corner, curling.

Jesse was sweating and shivering.

"Jesse, Jesse, what's up!" Steve hugged him.

"Mia... she was here... uncle Sam took him away from me!!!" Jesse cried.

"Ssssh, sshhh... it's okay, Jess"

"No it's not... i-it's not okay!" Jesse shouted.

Mark appeared and walked to them, "Jess?"

Jesse looked up, "Mark?"

"Mia is dead"

"No! No! I just saw her...," Jesse shouted, struggled against Steve who kept holding him.

"Maybe it was just a dream that felt like real"

"No...," Jesse started to calm.

Mark and Steve helped Jesse, who was still shivering, to bed.

***

"Amanda?" Mark gave Amanda a rang.

"Mark? What's going on until you decided to bother me at this time?" Amanda asked with hoarse voice.

"It's about Jesse"

"Jesse? Is he okay?" Amanda tried to focus.

"I'm afraid he's not. I just got back from his room. He started acting weird again. Talking about uncle Sam and Mia."

"So?" Amanda asked, worried

"Steve and I decided that we are taking him to... psychiatric hospital"