"Hello, Scott."

Scott didn't move. His face was expressionless. The anger on Julia's face was undeniable. In fact, her emotions seemed barely contained behind her mask of coldness. Bates, standing at the door, looked back and forth between the pair. It obviously wasn't the reunion he was expecting.

"Well, uh…" he started. "There are still things that need to be taken care of. There will be a hearing. You did break laws, after all. Under the circumstances, I would imagine the court might be lenient." He spoke as if his mind were elsewhere. Scott imagined he was trying to piece together what his life was going to be like as soon as Julia and he were behind closed doors. In all honesty, Scott was fairly uncertain about that himself.

He'd been convinced for some time now that Julia was the "bad guy." What would happen now? Was anything what it had seemed? Could he take the chance of trusting her?

Scott was snapped out of his ceaseless internal questioning when Bates cleared his throat. "Okay, Summers, I don't have all day, and you don't want to keep your public waiting."

Scott raised slowly from the seat. His eyes were fixed on Julia. She definitely fit in with Bates and Scott. Her hair was frizzed, as if she'd run her hands through it more than a few times. Her makeup was almost completely all gone, rubbed off by rushed meals and hours spent in the back of a car, Scott guessed.

The thought sparked a question. "How did you get here?" Scott asked evenly.

"I rode with Jeremy," Julia said. Her eyes squinted just barely as she spoke, telling Scott that more of a greeting might have been a better idea than jumping straight to business. Old habits die hard, he thought. Better get used to it.

"Boy, you two are just a barrel of laughs, ain't you?" Bates interjected as he unlocked the handcuffs on Scott's wrists. "We'll be in contact with you, as will the boys in Penn and Ohio, I'm sure." Bates' hand slapped on Scott's shoulder. "Good luck, Mr. Summers. I hope things work out for you. Here you go," he said, as he handed Scott a heavy manila envelope. "There's your belongings we took from you."

With that, Bates turned down the hall and Scott and Julia were left alone.

Scott looked into Julia's brown, blood shot eyes, and she looked right back into his. "You left..." her voice caught in her throat, and her chin jutted as she bit her lip and swallowed the emotions threatening to explode. "You left me."

Scott said nothing. He thought about trying to comfort her by touching her shoulder, but he had no right to touch her, and there was nothing he could say to take away what he had done.

"You lied to me, you stole our car, and you left me." Her sharp chin stuck out again as she smiled in disbelief and chewed on her tongue. Her eyes shimmered with tears. "And you have nothing to say…" She turned on her heel and started towards the door. "Typical."

Scott stood where he was, watching her leave. He looked around, hoping that someone else might volunteer to take him. Suddenly, jail wasn't looking so bad. Pursing his lips, he cleared his throat and leaned reluctantly into the first step towards the front door, where he knew there were lights, microphones, and questions he didn't want to answer. And after that? In a sense, the unknown. But he definitely foresaw a very long and uncomfortable road trip in his near future.

He shook his head as he pressed forward. What is this? he asked himself. This isn't my life. Do I have to go with this woman just because she claims that she's my wife and I can't seem to prove otherwise? Doesn't the fact that I don't remember her count for anything? What happened to the life I knew?

Tired of answering the same questions and never having any answers, he decided to stop thinking about it. He was out of jail. As much as Julia might seem like the worse alternative, she really wasn't. From now on, he would take things one step at a time. He was bound to figure everything out. Eventually. Right?

Pushing open the right side of the double doors leading to the stairs, Scott was immediately bombarded with a half dozen microphones shoved into his face. His hand flew up, trying to block the bright lights that suddenly shone into his eyes. Julia was forced back into him as the crowd of cameramen, soundmen, and reporters pressed forward. A chorus of voices started shouting at him too quickly for him to even understand what they were saying.

Julia pressed off of Scott's chest with her elbow, harder than necessary in Scott's opinion, and started pushing her way through the crowd, yelling "Excuse me!" Seeing his opportunity, Scott caught the small ripple behind the fiery woman and began making his way through the reporters as well. An arm caught him around the chest and stopped his forward motion. A black-haired woman with incredibly pale skin doused in an inch of powder was holding him back.

"Mr. Summers, the people have been crying for your release. The least you can do is answer a couple of questions," she said speedily.

Scott raised his head. Julia had made it through to the other side and was watching traffic to cross the street. A car was parked there, and two men were sitting in the front seats.

Scott's brow furled, but the reporter demanded his attention. "Mr. Summers!" she cried. "Will you answer a few questions."

"Sure," Scott said reluctantly.

"How do you feel about being set free?" she said.

"It's great," he said, suddenly squinting as the lights were brought around and focused on his face.

"Some are saying that you saved a woman's life today. How does that make you feel?"

"I saw somebody in trouble, and I helped them. It's what I do."

"The young lady is praising you as a hero. What do you say to that?"

"She wasn't nearly as grateful at the time," Scott said. He raised his hand again, trying to see the car and get a better idea of what kind of men were inside.

"There have been a number of police reports tonight involving you and your name, Mr. Summers. What were you doing? Where were you heading?"

Scott lowered his eyes, looking directly into the bright blue eyes of the reporter. "Look," he said. "I know you're just doing your job, but this has been one hell of a day. Thank you for your help and your interest, but I just want to get out of here. Okay?"

With that, he began pressing forward again without regard for those who happened to be in front of him. Before long, he was free of the crowd. Relief flooded over him and he couldn't help feeling like he'd just been attacked by a swarm of Brood. Moving quickly, he started across the street. His pace slowed as he approached the car. The two men were smiling at him, and it was seriously unnerving. The window at the driver's seat descended.

"Climb in, Scotty!" the driver said good-naturedly.

Scott's frown deepened. "Jeremy?" he said.

"Who else? Now hurry up before the swarm descends again."

Scott side-stepped to the back door. His hand hovered over the handle, though. Looking inside, he could see Julia in the back seat, her arms crossed on her chest, and her face turned looking out the opposite window. Is this really what I want to do? He asked himself. He sighed and shrugged his shoulders. What choice do I have?

"Oh, boy," he muttered before finally opening the door and climbing in.

"…else would drive all this way to bail your ass outta jail?" Jeremy was saying as Scott stepped into the car and pulled his head into the cab. He shut the door and grabbed the seat belt strap by his left shoulder and pulled it across his chest. It snapped as it locked into place, and Scott looked out the window at the crowd of reporters wrapping up their "news" reports and cameramen disassembling equipment. They were all obviously in a hurry to get somewhere else. Maybe their next story, or maybe they had to get back to the station, or maybe dinner was waiting for them at home. They all knew where they were going. And I don't have a clue, he thought to himself.

The thought made him turn from the window. The car was still parked. The man seated on the passenger side, a Latin-looking fellow with pitch black hair and a thick moustache, was starting at Scott with a huge grin on his face. The driver, too, was gazing into the rear-view mirror, which had been aimed at Scott. From the shape of his cheeks, Scott could tell Jeremy was smiling.

"What?" Scott said. He looked at Julia. She was still staring out the window.

"Nothing," the dark-haired man said with the hint of a Spanish accent in his voice. The grinning and staring, however, continued.

"What is it?" Scott said, trying his best not to sound annoyed.

"It's nothing," Jeremy said. "Really. It's just… We were wondering where the other half of you went?" The two men snorted and hissed into a childish laughter.

Scott wasn't catching on. "I don't understand," he said.

"Do you think we could get going?" Julia spoke up. "We've got a long trip."

The two men in the front of the car cleared their throats and reluctantly let the joke go. "Yeah, sure," Jeremy said. With a rev of the engine, he checked his blindspot and pulled onto the street. They had reached the stop sign at the end of the block before the two men looked at each other and burst into laughter yet again.