Gwen wanted to look away from Pilar, but her eyes were locked onto Pilar's scorching stare of fury. "Answer me!" Pilar demanded. "What is Gwen Hotchkiss doing in my house on this night of all nights holding my granddaughter?" She was irate. She blamed the Hotchkisses for Theresa's death and she hated them both.
"Mama, stop it," said Luis, touching her shoulder. "She's just been through a really tough ordeal. She doesn't need you being mad at her."
Charity spoke up tp break the tension. "Mrs. Lopez-Fitzgerald, why don't I make you some coffee?" she asked.
"Thank you, Charity," said Pilar, putting her hand on her head. She looked at Gwen once more. "I want you out of here now! Oh dios mio!" she groaned. She sat in down.
Gwen handed the baby to Miguel and stood, wincing in pain. "Gwen, no," said Luis. "Stay. You don't have to go anywhere."
"But she said—" Gwen began, but Luis cut her off.
"I don't care," he said. "There's no way I'm letting you go back out into that storm."
Gwen felt calm once more. Luis meant what he said when he promised she would be safe. She was so thankful for Luis. He would protect her from everything, even Pilar. She sat down, and smiled slightly and Charity slid her a mug of warm coffee. She sipped it and gave the girl a thankful smile.
Charity was about to hand Pilar her coffee when Luis intercepted it. "Let me make sure you made her coffee right, Charity," he said.
"But Luis, I know how she likes her coffee," she said, confused. He winked at her and showed her a bottle of sedatives where Pilar couldn't see them. Charity smiled, following his lead. "Oh, I knew I forgot something. Silly me."
Luis opened the bottle and dropped a sedative into the steaming hot liquid. The pill melted immediately. He served it to his angry mother and she drank it shakily. "The Hotchkisses are horrible people! All of them!" she said between sips.
Gwen turned red, feeling awful. Pilar had every right to say such things. It was Rebecca's fault Theresa was dead.
Luis went behind Gwen and place a reassuring hand on her shoulder. He whispered softly into her ear. "Just don't listen to her. She'll be asleep soon enough." This comforted her and she sipped her coffee.
Pilar finished her coffee. "Luis," she said, "help me, I'm exhausted."
"This is what anger does, mama," he said. He helped his mother up and lead her out of the room.
Gwen exhaled heavily and a weight lifted off of her chest that she didn't realize was there. She felt better. It was nearly inconceivable in her own mind that just a little while ago she had thought about killing herself.

Meanwhile in the Crane Mansion, Rebecca allowed something to happen that didn't often occur. She showed her human side. She sat in the living room looking troubled. Ivy Crane sped into the room in her electric wheel chair. "What's wrong with you?" snapped the blonde woman.
"It's Gwen," she said.
"Oh don't tell me death makes her squeamish," she said. "Theresa's death is the best thing that could happen to her. That and marrying my Ethan." She took pride in the mear mention of her son's name. "Where is Gwen anyway?"
"I don't know," said Rebecca. "She ran off after Ethan came to say goodbye."
"Say goodbye?" asked Ivy. "What do you mean?"
"Ethan's left town," Rebecca said. "He came to say goodbye to Gwen and took off."
"And not to me? Not to his mother?" Ivy was hurt.
"Oh, screw your Ethan!" said Rebecca. "My daughter ran out there and I have no idea where she is. She could have been struck by lightening."
"Excuse me! Don't you ever talk about Ethan like that!" said Ivy. She began chasing Rebecca around with her wheel chair.
"Muriel!" screamed Rebecca. "Help! Speed Racer's on the lose!" The chase went on even with Muriel's intervention. Soon Ivy was chasing the both around the ground floor. All memory of Gwen and Ethan had faded in the pursuit.

At the Lopez-Fitzgerald house, Pilar was asleep. Charity came down the stairs to Luis and Gwen in the living room. "I made sure Miguel was alright. I hate to leave you guys, but I have to go. Aunt Grace was a wreck this morning and now she's probably worse."
"Okay, Charity," said Luis. "Somebody picking you up?"
"Yeah, Sam is," she said. "I'm really sorry about your loss."
"Thanks, Charity, for everything," said Luis.
"No problem." Suddenly she heard Sam's car horn. "That's my ride. Bye, Luis. Bye, Gwen. Hope your ankle gets better."
Gwen smiled gratefully. "Thanks. Bye, Charity." Charity turned at left. "She's a sweet girl," said Gwen.
"Yeah," he said. "She makes my brother so happy. They remind me of—" he stopped himself, but Gwen finished.
"Of you and Sheridan," she said. He looked away. "Don't let it get you down," she said. "I understand how much you loved her. She love you so much, too, and I know she still does as she watches you from her cloud up there in Heaven. And you know what? One of these days, she's going to send you someone knew and that person will make you so happy, and Sheridan will happy too." She hugged Luis. It was almost funny how the roles were reversed.
"Thanks, Gwen," he said.
"No problem. It's the least I could do to thank you," she said, rubbing his back a little. "You saved my life. I would have drowned out there if you hadn't come by and rescued me. I can never thank you enough. You made me realize that I have so much to live for."
"Your welcome," he said. "You ought to get some sleep. I'll take the couch for tonight. You can have my bed."
"Oh, Luis, I don't want to be alone tonight," she said. "Please don't leave me."
"Alright," he said, staying in her hold. "We can stay here."
"Thank you," she said with a yawn. Her eyes closed. "You're wonderful," she said.
"Naw," he said. He looked at her face and saw she was asleep. He just sat there holding her and soon fell asleep himself.