Can you feel like a child?
Can you see what I want?
I wanna run through your wicked garden
Heard that's the place to find ya
But I'm alive
So alive now
I know the darkness blinds you

Can you see without eyes?
Can you speak without lies?
I wanna drink from you naked fountain
I can drown your sorrows
I'm gonna burn, burn you to life now
Out of the chains that bind you

Can you see just like a child?
Can you see just what I want?
Can I bring you back to life?
Are you scared of life?

Burn, burn, burn
Burn your wicked garden down
Burn, burn, burn
Burn your wicked garden to the ground

Can you feel pain inside?
Can you love?
Can you cry?
I wanna run through your wicked garden
Heard that's the place to find you
'cause I'm alive
So alive now
Out of the dark that blinds you

Can you see just like a child?
Can you see just what I want?
Can I bring you back to life?
Are you scared of life?

Burn, burn, burn
Burn your wicked garden down
Burn, burn, burn
Burn your wicked garden to the ground

Stone Temple Pilots –"Wicked Garden"

            Sighing in relief, Wagner turned off the water facet and dried his face.  The cool splash of water had felt good and given him a tiny boost.  He hoped that Cammy's idea would work.  Right now they really needed a break to get things rolling. The longer they waited the worse it could end up for Melissa and Eliza.  He went into Guile and Jane's room and shook Jane awake.  Her eyes peeled open slowly.

"Wagner?"

"Yeah, you've got to get up."

She sat up and looked around.

"It wasn't a nightmare?"

"No.  But I am going to drive you so we can see Guile then I'm going to take you to your mother's house."

"Where's Cammy?"

"She's busy.  She'll visit Guile later though, so don't worry.  Just get ready and we'll leave."

--

            Reaching out in front of him, Julian tried to grab the sound his breath made.  The grey walls screeched at him as he paced back and forth in his cell.  He felt great.  Better than ever.  Darting his eyes around the cell, Julian suddenly felt huge, as if he was too big for the cell.  Throwing his arms out to the side he screamed.

"I'm gonna be crushed!"

He fell onto the floor, landing on his rear, and curled his legs into his chest.  He opened and closed his mouth rapidly.  His mouth was so dry.

"I need a fuckin' coke!"

An officer walking to the cell yelled at Julian.

"Marquez, shut the hell up and get dressed."

Julian looked down and noticed he was only wearing white boxer shorts.  He was sweating pretty badly so he wiped his body with a towel before he put on his orange coveralls.  Placing his face between the bars as if he thought his head would fit through, Julian spoke to the officer.

"What day is it?"

"Tuesday."

"Again?"

"Yeah Marquez, again."

"Shit, I coulda swore it was my birthday."

"It might as well be."

Julian screamed, suddenly becoming angry for no apparent reason.

"What the fuck are you trying to say!?" 

"Whoa, calm down Marquez or you won't get to see your wife."

"My wife?"

--

            Much to Wagner's surprise, Guile was awake when he and Jane arrived at the hospital.  He had his dinner spread out before him.  Wagner knew it was food, it just didn't look or smell like it.  Apparently Guile didn't think it was edible either because it hadn't been touched.  Guile motioned towards the food.

"Who eats dinner at four in the afternoon?  I'm telling you this place is crazy."

Jane moved forward and embraced Guile as best as she could with him lying in the bed.  She kissed his cheek before speaking.

"How do you feel?"

"The doctor says that I'm healing up fine, better than expected even.  I'll be out of here any day now."

"Good.  William, what are we going to do?"

The mood in the room became somber in the blink of an eye.  Wagner stepped beside Jane and put his hand on her shoulder while giving Guile a knowing look.

"Janie, there's nothing you can do but keep strong right now.  Shadowlaw is worse than any terrorists could dream of being and they have to be dealt with has such."

Guile grabbed Jane's hand and rubbed his thumb along it.  At that moment Wagner remembered how strong Guile was.  Last night he had seen him weakened, beaten, even momentarily defeated by the emotions of having his daughter stolen from him.  Now Wagner could see the determination in Guile's face once more.  It gave him hope, but also reminded him that Guile would be opposed to him and Cammy going on the search for Melissa.  Even with Ken's aid.  He wouldn't want to risk his other children.  It didn't matter.  Wagner had decided that he was going to protect his family.  This time he wouldn't stand idly by while it was destroyed.  Not ever again.

--

            Cammy nervously gripped her hands together as the guard ran his metal detector along her body.  She wasn't worried about him finding anything.  It was just this place crept her out.  She had always figured that jail was keeping bad stuff in, not keeping it out.  Sighing deeply, she followed another guard down a hall.  Many glances were aimed in her direction from the guards.  Oddly enough they were interested and disinterested at the same time.  She avoided eye contact and kept her face down so nobody could see the faint blush beginning to rise. 

            Technically she was here for a conjugal visit under the alias of Mrs. Julian Marquez.  The guards hadn't asked for her ID, which led her to believe that they really didn't care weather she was Julian's wife or not.  Then to have all these male guards give her that knowing glance as she walked by didn't save her any embarrassment.  But she'd get over it.  It was the only way she could get the information she needed out of Julian.  Not like she could pull out U.S. military secret maps and press them up against the Plexiglas for everyone to see.  She needed privacy, and this was just the thing to give it to her.

            The guard opened the door for her and spoke before she entered.

"You love birds have two hours.  That's it.  We're being generous here because Marquez hasn't been a real problem lately."

Another guard quipped behind him.

"Yeah, lately he's too doped up to be much of anything.  Don't expect much darling."

Cammy turned and shook her head, trying to shake off their comments.  The door shut behind her and she was alone with Julian.  He was against the back wall of the small room.  Literally; he had his entire body pressed against it.  She stepped forward and spoke softly.

"Julian?"

He turned and looked at her, his head cocked.  His pupils were so dilated that only a thin line of cerulean blue showed among the immense blackness.  Dark circles under his eyes were adorned with small droplets of sweat; which also lined his brow.  His dark black hair was shaggy, hanging in his eyes.  She noticed a pinkish maroon scar running from the corner of his mouth along his left cheek.  Despite his gaunt appearance, he looked stronger than ever.  His orange coveralls were almost pulled tight against his bulging arms and chest.  He stepped towards her and pulled her body closer to his.  She started to protest but he leaned his head over and brought his lips so close to hers that they brushed along hers when he spoke in a whisper.

"So you're my wife today huh?"

Before she could speak, Julian's lips crashed onto hers, pressing into a deep kiss.  She leaned back to break away and he leaned with her, still holding her body tightly against his as he guided her to the ground.  A squeal was stifled in Cammy throat causing Julian to moan.  When she was finally able to pull her face away from his she breathlessly screamed out.

"Julian, it's me, Cammy!"

She pushed against his chest hard, directing his weight away from her as she scuffled away pressing her body against the wall.  He stood up, grabbing his head with his large hands and started yelling.

"Holy shit girl!"

He pulled his hands along his face stretching the skin.  He was breathing hard as he went over to a small sink and splashed cold water on his face.  Cammy stood up but didn't move from her secure position against the wall.  Cammy yelled.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

He protested.

"How was I supposed to know it was you?"

"What?  Julian I haven't changed."

"Yeah?  Well maybe I have."
Quietly Cammy spoke as she remembered the guard's comments and it all came together.

"Obviously.  What is it?"

Wiping more sweat from his brow, Julian darted his crazed eyes downward before speaking.

"Acid."

Cammy could hardly speak until she got angry.

"LSD?  You can die from doing that just once." 

Julian broke into a sudden rage.

"You be in here!  You live in a tiny box.  Then we'll see what you do!"

He darted towards the small bed in the corner of the room and pulled the sheets off, ripping them as he did.  He threw the mattress against the wall and was going for the box spring until Cammy screamed.

"Julian!  I need your help."

He stopped and looked at her.

"I need a fucking drink of water.  This room is too small."

"What?  You're not making any sense."

"What?"

"Julian, stop."

"Stop what?"

"That!  God Dammit, Shadowlaw is back!"

Julian looked at her and his face looked as if it went through de-tox in a split second.

"Shit."