A/N: I got the idea for this chapter in my swim class. I was doing the breaststroke and I started thinking about the movie. Then this idea hit me like a load of bricks. I was so happy I let all the air out of my lungs and sunk to the bottom. Thanks to everyone who reviews, especially Vikki Kelly and Kelsey. Please review.

Helena sat alone in the private study. She needed to figure out what she had to do. She thought for what seemed hours, and still she couldn't come up with anything.

The only conclusion Helena could come up with was to ask Carl what he meant for her to do. It was crazy of course, but it was her only choice. She couldn't even tell Arnie this one. She didn't know who she could trust. Helena decided that since she didn't know, she wouldn't trust anyone.

With her mind made up, Helena went to get her purse and checked to see what time it was. 11:30 am, David would be in school until 2:15, so she had plenty of time.

She got into her car, pulled out of the driveway, and took off before the neighbors could get a chance to look. Time passed slowly as she drove determinedly to the prison. When she arrived the guard stopped her.

"Are you visiting?" he asked gruffly.

"Yes, my husband," Helena nodded.

"Proceed," he said, opening the gate so she could pass. Helena looked for a spot in the visitor's parking lot, but it seemed everything was full. Finally, she found a spot way in the back, right next to the fence. "I might have well have just parked outside the gate," she thought bitterly. It was a long walk to the prison, but Helena was determined to do this for her children. They were the only reason she was trying.

The guard at the door escorted her to the metal detector. Helena put her purse and keys in the little plastic tub and walked through. Having successfully passed, she took her purse and keys and went on to the reception area. There was a man there who sat behind three inch thick glass all day, answering questions and occasionally calling for security.

Helena strode up to this man and asked to see Carl Ayala.

"Would you be Mrs. Ayala?" he asked.

"Yes, can I please see my husband?"

"I'll need to see your I.D. first ma'am," he explained. Helena sighed and showed him her driver's license. "Alright, Matt will take you to the visiting area," he said, calling over a large burly guard.

"This way, please," Matt said as Helena turned to him. She followed Matt the whole way in silence. Matt opened the door to the visiting area for Helena. She smiled up at him. He didn't seem to notice, or perhaps he wasn't allowed to.

Somebody must have already told Carl she was here for him because Helena spotted him sitting behind one of the many glass windows. She walked over to the window and sat down in front of it. Helena suppressed her tears as she picked up the phone.

"Helena," Carl whispered, "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too, Carl," Helena said, not wanting to look at him.

"Is something wrong? Is that why you're here? Is it David? The baby?" he asked her, still talking softly, but there was an urgency in his voice that made Helena look up.

"No, there's nothing wrong, Carl."

"What then? There has to be a reason you're here," he said, putting his face closer to the glass.

"I looked into the painting, but I don't know what to do with it," she told him. Carl looked slightly surprised, as though he weren't really expecting her to do it.

"Well, there's a contact number there, for the Flores man. The others are construction blueprints, for a child's toy that will be shipped to Mexico. Call Francisco at the Flower shop and he will arrange everything for you." Carl spoke slowly, let the words sink into Helena's mind.

"Will it work Carl?" Helena asked, also leaning in closer to the glass.

"Trust me Helena, he's the best."

Helena checked her watch. It was 1:30. She needed to go pick David up in a little while.

"Carl, I have to go. I have to pick David up from school," she said, grabbing her purse.

"Helena, will you tell him Daddy misses him?" Carl asked. Helena nodded.

"Bye Carl," she said as she hung the phone up, stood up, and walked away through the exit doors. Carl sat where he was, still holding the phone, watching his wife walk away.

Helena was five minutes early to pick David up, for the first time in about a week. She waited for the bell to ring, and saw a swarm of kids run out of the building and spotted David running towards the car. He opened the back door and climbed in.

"Mommy! You're here!" he said happily, sitting down in his seat and throwing his backpack in the front.

"How was school today, darling?" Helena turned in her seat so she could see him.

"Miss Markus said that I was the bestest speller in the class," David said proudly, puffing his tiny chest out.

"Really? What else happened?"

"Tommy was eating paste and I had to be his bathroom buddy at recess and he threw paste on my hair," David said, matter-of-factly.

"He put paste in your hair?"

"Yeah, but the nurse scrubbed it all out and Tommy had to stay in at lunch." David said this as though it was a normal routine for him. Helena merely nodded.

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