Sorry about the wait ive have a fing bad writters block but i feel better now :) R&R
Henry and the child began to walk out of the church. Henry stopped and looked back at a statue of an angel. He noticed something… Don't worry about a thing… I'll watch him. They both walked out of the church and began to go to Henry's.

When they had gotten there the child stopped in his tracks. His eyes grew wide as he saw a young woman sitting in the front yard.

"Mommy?" he whispered.

Henry looked at him then noticed he was looking at Eileen. He took the kids hand and walked into the yard he looked at Eileen and smiled. Eileen looked up at him her eyes seemed to be empty showing no life at all.

"Eileen… Eileen." Henry said as he knelled down infront of her.

"Henry. Who's that?" she asked,

"This is my son…"

She looked closely at the child. She took a deep breath began to talk. "He looks just like you… But… His eyes." She stopped.

"Eileen?" He said as he grabbed her hand and began to walk her inside.

The child sat outside and watched Eileen and Henry walk inside. " Was she mommy?"

Walter stood behind the child and smiled. "She wasn't your mother. But she could be… Get rid of Henry and she will be your mother."

"But Henry… He is my father."

Walter turned the child around to face him. "Who told you that?" He asked as he gripped the child tightly.

"M…M… Mommy." He said quietly.

Walter looked at the child with true hate. His eyes filled with rage and anger. "I'll deal with her." He whispered to himself. "Take care of Henry."

And with the blink of an eye he was gone. The child slowly walked towards the door to the house. He looked in and saw Henry holding Eileen walking her towards the couch. He walked in and looked at Henry. But before he could say one word his head felt like it was spinning, His body fell to the ground and his vision became blurry.

The child stood alone in a subway station. He began to walk towards the King Street Turnstiles. As he made his way down the stairs he saw a woman standing at the bottom of the stairs. He went down them and stood near a woman in her mid twenties. She wore a red skirt and black skirt. Her body was cut and bruised and she had a number carved in her left breast.

She looked up at the child and smiled. Her eyes seemed to have no pigment, just darkness. "Hi. " Her voice said softly. "Don't be scared of me…" She smiled.

"Who are you?" he asked as she kneeled down infront of him.

"My names not important… But what am going to tell you is."

The boy looked at the number carved in her chest. "Cynthia." His mind said to it's self.

"Henry is not the enemy… Walter is."

The child looked at her his mind boggled.

"Tu Padre es muy malo… Tu Madre…" She stopped and looked up at him.

"Mommy?"

"Tu Madre… She hurts…" She stopped. "Your father is listening…" she looked around and back at him. "When you wake up tell Henry go to the graveyard… Okay?"

He looked at her "Why?"

"Your mother wants to see him…"

He jumped up from couch. Henry sat next to him and looked at him. "Are you feeling better?" He asked.

"The grave yard… Mommy wants to see you at the grave yard."

Henry looked at him then nodded. "Eileen I need you to watch him for a bit okay?"

"Okay Henry." She called out from the bedroom.

Henry got up from the couch and left. What is it Lydia? What do you want?