***Not much right now, but I hope this will give you guys enough to survive a day or two more. I've already got about half of the next chapter done. Also, I wanted to thank you all on the reviews you have been giving. It means a lot to me to know that you like what I'm writing.

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Dawn had come and went without any notice to Michael. It wasn't until the sun was high in the sky and he felt the heat on his back that he became aware of the changes around him. KITT, his partner and friend, was only a few feet behind, his tracer quietly flashing back and forth. The two had been sitting on the beach since late the night before.

After leaving the estate, Michael had driven around what seemed like the whole state of California, just thinking and trying to make sense of the whole thing. Growing weary of analyzing, he turned to the investigation on Maddison. The hour or so that he spent working on the case didn't turn up any immediate leads, but there were some promising propositions. Yet, it wasn't too long before he tired of that. Weary of work, Michael headed for the beach, and his haven away from the real world.

Now there was nothing but the waves crashing onto the shore and a salty breeze making it's way over land. A gull cried somewhere off to the north and a car passed on the highway. It had been nearly twenty-four hours since they had left the estate. KITT returned to scanning his partner's vitals, detecting fatigue. He contemplated interuppting and soon came to the decision that it was time they return.

"Michael?" KITT's voice was low, he didn't want to startled him.

Knight jumped a little at the sound, he had completly forgotten about KITT. Shaking the feeling off he turned his head to look at the car.

"Yeah, pal?" his eyes were fixed on the red tracer light, which looked faded as the bright sun reflected off of it.

"I believe that we should return to the Foundation. Devon and Bonnie are probably worried." the volume of his voice became raised slightly so he could be heard more clearly.

"If Devon and Bonnie were worried they would have used the comm link." he had turned back to look at the water. A few short moments passed and he stood up and faced KITT. "But I think you're right. We should be getting back." Michael picked up his jacket and walked the few short steps to the car. He patted the hood and slid into the driver's seat. Taking a deep breath, he put it into reverse, slid into a 180-degree turn, and headed back toward the Foundation.