Tim's head was buried in his hands as he sat on the edge of his bed. A knock on the door made him come back to Earth.

"What?" he called out weakly.

"Nicky said he's hungry." Abbie's voice filtered into his dark bedroom.

"There's money in my wallet. Order a pizza."

"Are you going to eat?"

Eat? What was that? Since last night that word among other words had disappeared from Tim Speedle's vocabulary.

"Dad?"

"Yeah. Just... get me when it comes."

Tim heard Abbie walk away from the door and he fell back onto his bed, tears stinging his eyes. How had this all happened? Yesterday morning they were joking around. Things were beginning to go back to normal. But then, at approximately 10:20 AM, Horatio called and gave Tim the worst news he could've ever heard. Calleigh, his beautiful, happy-go-lucky Calleigh was... well Tim couldn't even bring himself to say it. He took a deep breath, memories from yesterday flooding his brain. She was gone, as in dead.

Flashback

"Oh Timmy, you shouldn't be here." Alexx said quietly, unshed tears in her eyes. He shook his head and moved over to the cold, metal table where Calleigh lay. Tim bit back a sob as he stood there, staring at her prone form. "You want to be alone?"

Tim managed a nod and Alexx patted him on the shoulder as she walked by. He didn't notice that Horatio, Eric, and now Alexx, were up in the observation room, watching his every move. Tim didn't believe it. He didn't want to believe it. He wanted Calleigh to sit up, give him her brilliant smile and say she was sorry for giving him a heart attack practically. But somewhere Tim knew it wasn't going to happen, as much as he wished it would. The dark stain of her blood on the white blouse was too real. She was too pale.

"Dad!"

Tim slowly sat up as Abbie, yet again, pulled him back into the present. He swiped at his eyes and opened the door, going downstairs. The kitchen was too quiet. Nicky stared at his slice of pizza, Abbie was going through the cabinet, and Jen was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's your sister?" Tim asked quietly.

"In her room." Abbie replied. Tim nodded and went back towards the stairs, heading towards Jen's room. He knocked quietly on the door.

"I'm not hungry." Jen said dully. Tim opened the door and stepped into the room.

"I didn't ask you if you were." he said, sitting down on her bed. Jen didn't look up from her desk.

"Well I'm not eating."

"I didn't say you had to. I would like you too..."

"Yeah well I'd like for Mom to come back but..." Jen stopped with a sob. Tim moved over to her, pulling her into his arms. She struggled against him for a minute then wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, sobbing into his shoulder. "I-I-It's not f-f-fair."

"I know it's not."

"I w-want M-Mommy."

"I want her too Jenny." Tim didn't know how long he had sat there but Jen's breathing evened out as she fell asleep. He gently lay her down on her bed and pulled the blanket up over her. She shifted slightly but stayed asleep. Tim leaned down and kissed her forehead quickly. When he went back downstairs, Abbie was sitting alone at the kitchen table, her eyes fixed on the table top.

"Nicky went upstairs." she said quietly, sensing her father's presence.

"I figured." Tim lowered himself down into a chair and slid the pizza box over to him. He tossed a slice of pizza onto his plate and looked over at his daughter. "How are you doing?"

"In shock."

"Yeah. Know what you mean."

"It's not fair."

"Jenny said the same."

"No. It's really not fair. I only knew her for three weeks. I don't remember anything from when I was a baby." Abbie's voice began to crack but she didn't cry. "I guess I was being stupid for thinking that the past fourteen years could suddenly reverse and it could be like I was always here."

"You weren't. I thought the same. But then I thought of your sister and brother and I knew that they were used to things being a certain way and they weren't going to suddenly accept you like me and Mom did."

"I was stupid for running off." Abbie suddenly said.

"What?" Tim looked up at her.

"I told you to put me down and you did. I wanted... I wanted to go see something and I walked off."

"How do you remember that?"

"I don't know." Abbie shook her head. "Yesterday, when I hit you with the cups I got a flash of something."

"You threw your cup at me in the car." Tim explained. "And said, 'Daddy, mad?'."

Abbie stood up and threw her plate in the garbage. She turned to walk out of the kitchen and Tim beckoned her over. He hugged her tightly and Abbie buried her face in the crook of his neck.

"I promise that I will find some way to make everything okay." Tim said quietly.

"I really don't want tomorrow to come." Abbie whispered, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks.

"Neither do I."