Author's Note: Okay just so we're clear on this, once Kem left, Carter moved back into the mansion. And this chapter brings him back up.

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone but Kali.

Staggering slightly, I walk out of the doctor's lounge. I've been in there with Officers Brook and Simon for the past hour. It was emotional but I think I'm over it. I was told that Larry was a murderer escaped from Mexico and sentenced to the death penalty. It didn't make me feel any better but Luka's reassuring words kept floating through my head.

You did what you needed to do.

The officer's had assured me that I would not be charged because it was an act of self-defense. Although I may have to testify in court.

All that I thought was that I saved the boys and no one was mad at me. But now all I wanted was to go home and sleep.

"Neela," I call the British doctor who's sitting on the chairs outside the lounge.

She stands and is almost instantly beside me.

"Kali, Abby asked if you could stay with me tonight. She… had some things to think about," Neela explains hesitantly.

"Oh… Kay, but where's Carter?" I slowly reply.

"He's just leaving, go catch him at the doors then come get me when you're ready," she is not finished her sentence before I sprint off to the Bay.

"John!" I call, seeing his shadowed self, walking towards the El.

He turns and starts back to me. But I'm in his arms before he's taken three steps.

"What's happening today? Why does Abby keep disappearing? Did you two get into a fight?" I ramble. Questions are flowing out of my mouth.

"Never mind we're okay. But what do you mean? Where is she now?" he asks with a question mark face.

"Well I made my statement and when I was done she was gone again. I'm suppose to stay with Neela," I try to explain.

"Hmmm, well, come with me," he says, leading me back to the ER.

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Forty minutes later I'm curled up in a huge blanket in my PJs already. Even though it's the middle of July, the Carter mansion is very cold from the tons of powerful air conditioners it has. I'm lying in John's arms and we're watching one of my old dance recitals. I get up and start dancing along with the younger version of me on the television. Pivoting, leaping, stretching and spinning. I feel calm yet hyper when the song ends.

"Let's go see the horses," I say, pulling Carter from the couch.

"But it's already dark. And we aren't dressed for it," he protests.

"We don't have to wear breeches and polo shirts every time we ride John. Now come on," I order, heading out the back door.

The night's cool air is welcomed and I start running down the yard to the stables. Well it's really a few acres but the stable is only 200-300 meters from the house. The grass is dewy and the hem of my PJ pants are soaked by the time I'm in the tack room.

CARTER'S POV

Kali runs into the stables excitedly as I leisurely make my way there. She should be with Abby tonight. Today was a rough and scary day. Anger starts to rise in me and I curse Abby for leaving Kali. But then guilt takes over completely and I realize that I was the one who made Abby so frustrated and angry today.

"John hurry up!" Kali calls from the stable doors. That's another thing, Kali only ever calls me "John," when she's serious, worried, stressed and/or upset.

The lights in the stable are dim and a faint glow comes from them. Kali is saying hello to the horses and giving them treats. I'm frightened by the fact that she's acting like her carefree self but keeps calling me "John."

END CARTER'S POV

Opening Charlotte's stall door, I slip inside and fasten her violet coloured halter over her head. A small tug brings her out and I lead her out the paddock without holding onto her.

"Kali," Carter's voice warns.

"It's okay, go get Mickey or Joel," I say, mustering my most mischievous grin and cocking my head.

In an instant, I've leapt up onto Charlotte's soft back and my fingers are laced in her silky mane.

"Let's go!" I cry, tensing my muscles and letting Charlotte take off to where ever she wanted.

We gallop around the paddock and Carter frantically tries to tack up Joel and catch us. As he mounts I race towards him.

"Kali!" he looks stressed.

I laugh in his face, "Carter come on!" And Charlotte takes off again, Carter following us.

We let our horses run for a while then walk them around so they can cool off. Once in the stall again with Charlotte I feel giddy and panicked. I shot someone today and then went to play with my horse. Suddenly my knees go weak and the stall tilts.

"John!" I weakly call out.

And then he's there, saving me from myself… again.