Willy was asleep on the couch when Reya came home from the store, and she slipped over to him, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. He flinched slightly, and opened his eyes, looking at her.

"Hey," he said softly.

"Another tough day?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said, slowly sitting up. "Jane's started talking and told me a little bit about where she came from."

"Oh dear," said Reya. "How bad was it?"

"Apparently she was kidnapped by a sick man, claiming to be God, along with others, she wouldn't say who. One of them was Jasmine Chang, or Jay-jay as she calls her, who was killed by the man."

"Oh no," gasped Reya. "That's awful!"

"You know, the last few times I've seen her she's told me a little about her past. And each time, it becomes worse and worse. I don't know if I'm ready to hear what comes next." Reya kissed his forehead and lips gently. "I just feel so bad for her, and I wish I could do something to take it all away, but I can't. It's the worst feeling in the world."

"I know," she said softly. "But don't give up. And you know I'm always here for you when you get home."

"The thing is... she reminds me so much of you when I first met you," he said, looking her in the eyes. "She's in so much pain right now that it hurts just to look at her."

"I hope whoever took her rots in Hell. How dare they do that to a child!" He nodded and she hugged him tightly. Having her there helped him feel better and feel like he wasn't forced to go through this alone.

"What can you do about something like that though?" he muttered, more as a statement than a question. Reya sat next to him and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Pray her an angel," she said softly. "That's what I got when I thought I was alone." He smiled and kissed her forehead. "You have a gift, Willy. A gift to help people see the light in the darkest places, show them that fantasies aren't just fantasies. They can become real. If you give up trying to help that girl then she'll have no one."

He nodded kissed her lips lovingly. "Thankyou," he whispered, and he kissed her again.
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Jane watched the TV blankly, not having anything better to do. What was there to do in a place like this? Scoobydoo had teamed up with the Harlem Globe Trotters, an episode she had seen millions of times, but it wasn't like it mattered that much to her anyway. It was quiet, except for the sounds of the TV, quiet enough that she could hear the sounds of the front door being opened. Probably a new patient, coming in to this hellhole. She didn't fully understand why they kept her there. She was not insane or suicidal like the others, but on the other hand, other than this place, she had no place to go but back on the streets.

"Wait right here please," said the nurse, and, for curiosity's sake, Jane turned her head and looked out the window to see who it was. A boy, about her age, sat slumped over in a chair, wearing a black hooded sweatshirt that was pulled up and over his head. He had brown hair down to his shoulders that hung limp and ratty. He was very thin, but had beautiful brown eyes, high cheek bones, and an unexplainable look of peace on his face. Her eyes widened and she got to her feet, moving to the door.
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"Here we are," said the nurse, looking up the new patient's record. "I knew I'd seen him somewhere before. He was on a commercial for The Lost."

"Who is it?" asked one of the other nurses, looking over his shoulder.

"Daniel Jacobs. He disappeared three years ago when he was walking home from school. His mother committed suicide a year after he was presumed dead, and his father died the year he was born. He has no family."

"Not another one," muttered the other nurse, shaking her head remorsefully.

"He was found in the city by a gutter, laying there as if he were waiting to die. He doesn't talk, and he has strange cuts and bruises all over him, so there's a big chance he was abused, wherever he came from."

"Look!"

They both looked up and saw the boy, known as Daniel, get to his feet, staring at the door to the TV room. Standing there, watching him cautiously was Jane Doe, who was hugging herself and biting her lip. She started sobbing from where she was, and one of the nurses moved as if to go to her, but the others held her back. "Just watch," whispered one, so they did, not sure what was going to happen.

Jane stood still, sobbing from where she was, and Daniel walked up to her, holding his arms out. She ran into his arms and they held each other in a moment that was unlike anything any of the nurses had ever seen. Daniel buried his face in Jane's shoulder, and she clung on to him tightly, almost as if she were afraid he would slip away if she let go.

"Apparently they know each other," muttered one of the nurses.