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A/N So, I just reread chapter eight and realized that "Jon" put the ring on his left middle finger. D'OH! I've corrected it, and I'm so sorry if I confused anyone. Froggy…I bet this is what confused you, and I'm sorry. That's what I get for not proofing!

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Jon screamed out, shouting about someone being shot. "Jon! JON!" Dr. Ralk shook him awake.

Jon's eyes were panicky and he was covered in sweat. He had been in the hospital for five months, three of which he'd been awake for. Since that time, he'd only had one memory, and that was of some tall black man nodding and looking quite stoic. That vision came three weeks ago.

"What was it?" Dr. Ralk asked, pulling a chair up next to Jon's bed.

Jon shook his head. He didn't want to remember again. "I can't."

Dr. Ralk gave him a patient look. "Jon, it is essential-"

"There was a boy, I think my son. He was in the garage…" Jon's voice trailed off.

"Garage?" Dr. Ralk asked.

"Where we keep cars." Jon answered automatically. They were used to this by now. Jon knew he was on another planet, called Hini according to Dr. Ralk, but what his planet was called, Jon couldn't remember.

"What happened to the boy?"

"He shot himself. It was an accident. It was my gun." Jon said slowly. "His name was Charlie."

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Greta read to J.D. while Sam bathed Jonathan. The boy splashed in the tub giggling excitedly. Sam laughed at him, thankful that he finally liked his baths. After the bath she handed both babies to Greta, their nanny, and went to take a shower herself. As she undressed she realized what an amazing find Greta was. She'd called for an interview and the moment Sam saw her walk up to the door, she knew she was the one. Greta was a forty-year old bachlorette who had been a nanny for over twenty years. She wasn't able to have kids, and she hadn't married. She insisted that she was content with nurturing the children under her care. Sam and Daniel had decided to hire her, but they gave her a trial run first. They left her with the kids to go shopping, and while gone they had called her references, who did nothing but gush about how wonderful she was. They'd only let her go due to either the mother deciding to stay home, or the children simply didn't need a nanny any longer. Satisfied that she would take care of her boys as if they were her own, Sam hired her. Greta was thrilled when she told her, stating that she'd already grown attached to them.

That was four months ago, and Sam hadn't regretted the decision once.

Her shower done, Sam changed into pajamas and went to get the boys from Greta so she could go home. Greta hugged the boys, then said goodnight. "Alright my little men, what do you say we go night-night?" Sam asked, carrying a boy in each arm.

Getting them to sleep was a fairly easy task nowadays. Greta kept them pretty busy throughout the day, so they were exhausted by bedtime. As Sam flipped off the light to their room she sighed, wondering where Daniel was. She knew he had a date, but he promised to be back to tuck the boys in bed. Not that she needed his help any longer, but it was a routine that they had settled into, and breaking routines was bad for babies.

And besides, she really needed to talk to him.