I left with Spot without telling anyone where we were going or why. While we were leaving Bailey did ask where we were going but Spot walked past her without answering. I gave her my 'I'm sorry' look and pushed on behind Spot who was now already out of the Lodging House.

I noticed Spot headed towards Manhattan after a while. I didn't want be bothersome so I just followed while he lead. We crossed the bridge and as we entered Mantattan I could only think about what would happen if Trevor found us. Still thinking about Spot's mother and Trevor worried me. Not to long after crossing the bridge we found ourselves standing outside an old building.

"Spot, dis is a hospital." I looked from the building to Spot.

I felt Spot grab my hand. "C'mon."

Spot looked so sad. I didn't know what to say. All I could do was try to comfort him with a smile. We entered the building.

A lot of the people were wearing white coats. I didn't like the stech in the room and seeing all the white everywhere. Even though I felt out of place, Spot semed to know what he was doing. He signed a sheet of paper and an aged woman took us up a few flights of stairs. At the top she asked Spot for a key, he held it out and she took it. Walking around the corner revealed the reason for the key, there were a set of barred doors that needed a key. Spot's key opened them abd she led us to a room.

"Remeba, half an houa an I'll be up te show ye out. An I'm sorry te say, deres still no sign of any kinda change."

"Thanks, an dun worry we won't be hea long." Spot smiled weakly to the woman.

Spot sighed then opened the door. The first thing I noticed was everything was white, the sheets and walls were as white as the walls in the hallway. They lady in the bed seemed to be soundly asleep. I looked from her to Spot, I could see the resemblance.

"She's in a coma." Spot suddenly said as I touched her hand.

I didn't know what to do so I sat in one of the chairs by the window. Spot knelt down next to his mom. I looked so sad, I hoped if he saw his brother would he have the same look on his face. His expression was both regret and sorrow. I almost felt like crying for him knowing he probably never cried for any of them when he was forced to grow up.

"Hey mom, I'm sorry ye can't meet Angel. She's de greatest goil in de woild, an I'ma marry her one day." Spot took hold of her hand. "Mebe, some day ye might come back te me. Angel's been tryin te get me te gp afta Chris. If I didn' think she was cray den I would, he prolly won't even rememba me."

I looked from Spot to the motionless woman on the bed. She was so beautiful; I couldn't comprehend what would have made Spot's dad hurt her. Looking at Spot to his mother reminded me the night my mother was killed. Spot's expression was a lot like Scott, wishing somehow his mother would move, give him some sign she was somewhere in there. The memory played back in my mind a million times and still I remembered it all too well.

As the warm sun beated on my back, I slowly dozed off while Spot sat and tried to talk to his mom.

"Mom!" Scott screamed, drowned out by the thunder I held Kevin as we watched Scott.

Trying hoplessly to wake her up, Scott shook her and kept screaming. The rain was coming down harder now and the thunder was deafening. I could feel Kevin shaking from both cold and crying. I wanted to believe I was imagining what was happening as I closed my eyes and felt the warth of the tears as they slid onto my cheeks.

As I opened my eyes I found Spot kneeling infront of me holding my hand.

"Angel, ye ok?" Spot looked worried.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Must've jus dozed off."

"Alright…" Spot looked concerned.

After about ten minutes the same nurse came in and asked me and Spot to leave so she could tend to Spot's mom. As we left Spot leave the way once again. We headed down an alles and Spot stopped and turned.

"Angel, ye suure yer ok?" He asked again.

"Yeah. Dun worry I'm fine. Why?"

"Well, ye started screamin in yer sleep. An it was mora like ye was terrified." At that moment I didn't know what to say, then as we turned a corner someone tugged my hair.

I turned and found the barrel of a gun pointing in my face.

"Angel!"

As I backed up I was thrown on the ground by someone very large. Slowly as I stared at the ground, I lifted myself up and when I looked to see what was going on, I saw something black swing towards my head and knock me back down. The impact, I was sure, gave me a headache. I heard faint screams as I tried hard to focus on staying conscious. I touched two fingers to my forehead, I felt warmth and looked at my fingers, blood.

Strong arms lifted me to my feet and held me up against a wall. I tried to see who it was but my eyes weren't focusing.

"Angel!" I heard my name called a dozen times before my eyes fixated themselves on Trevor.