That night, Jane Doe had another episode, similar to the one she had had a few nights ago. This time, she didn't say anything, only screamed out gibberish. She was locked into a padded room, and isolated from anyone, even Daniel. When Willy heard the news, he was devastated, and didn't know what he could do to help her now. He wasn't allowed to see her, but could only wait on the outside, hoping to find a way in. "Something will work out, honey," said Reya softly, rubbing his back comfortingly. "It may not seem like it, but things will look up eventually."

"It definitely can't get any worse, I daresay," he muttered glumly. She kissed his cheek gently and stood up.

"If you need me, I'll be taking a nice hot bath, try to forget how crazy your kids nearly drove me." He smiled a little.

"OUR kids," he corrected.

"Hey, you're taking some of the blame too Mr. "It's 99 percent effective! What are the odds of us having another one?"" She shot him a smirk, and he smiled, shaking his head and watching her go. The sad thing was, he had said that the last three times, and yet Jessica, Jack and Frances (twins), and Ronnie came to be. What could he say? Some people were just lucky. And it wasn't exactly like she had made a big effort to prevent another one.

Though he didn't mean to, he was feeling a little distant from her lately. He had been busy, trying to help Jane Doe, but a guilty part of him feared he had neglected his wife in the process. They used to talk all the time, but now he was always so busy, going to the hospital strait after work and usually not coming home until the kids were in bed and his wife was too tired to want to talk. He thought about his children as well and realized he'd barely been a part of their lives the last few weeks. The fact that he was helping Jane Doe didn't seem like a very good excuse. After all, and he knew no matter how he worded it it would sound mean, Jane was simply not part of his family. She didn't matter as much to him as his family, and therefore, their needs should come before hers fair and square.

He felt bad for thinking that, but part of him knew it was painfully true. Poor Jane. What was it like to not have a family? Sure, he had run away from his when he was a teenager, but he still had a father who was willing to fight for him. Jane had nobody to look out for her, encourage her, or let her know she was worth anything. Maybe that's why she rarely spoke to anyone. She was trying to hide inside herself to get away from the world. And the fact that some sick monster had taken her and kept her for God only knew how long didn't help matters much more. He didn't understand why people could be so evil? They all had the same feelings, and no matter what they said to cover themselves, part of them must know what they were doing was wrong. And seeing how it was hurting someone, especially someone so young and innocent as a child, did it not effect them in the slightest? Some things weren't meant to be understood, he concluded, and he stood up, knowing that sitting there and pondering on it, wouldn't change it.
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When Reya climbed out of the tub, very reluctant of leaving its warmth, someone knocked on the bathroom door. She quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself, just in case it was one of her children. "Come in," she said, and the door slowly opened. Her husband poked his head in and smiled.

"Hey you," she said with a smile. He stepped in and gave her a kiss. "I miss you," she said softly.

"I miss you too," he muttered and put his arms around her, not caring if she was wet. "I know I haven't been around much lately, and I feel terrible."

"You've got a good reason," she said softly, a hint of sadness in her tone that he picked up easily.

"That girl needs you. I can't get in the way of that."

"You're not in the way," he said, shaking his head. "Never. I just... I feel like I've been neglecting you all lately, and it has to stop."

"Well, you can't give up on that girl."

"I'm not going to. But, I'm not going to see her as often. From now on, I'll only go every other day, the rest of the time I'll be home, and Friday nights... it's just you and me." She smiled and kissed his cheek. "I love you," she whispered.

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