The Gray Man stared outside. He wished that the nurse with the strange accent would return. He needed someone to talk to. "Mr. Gray, it's time for your lunch." Right on time. The Gray Man turned and asked her, "Did anyone come to visit today?"

"Now, Mr. Gray, you know what the doctor said about visitors. When you're feeling well."

"But I was hoping that my friend, Fenton, had stopped by to visit."

"I'm sorry, but that would be against the rules." The Gray Man sighed and ate lunch silently. The nurse then promised him that she would have another nurse visit with him later. The Gray Man nodded. There had to be someone that could explain to him who Frank and Joe were and why it was so important that he talk to them.

Frank walked with Taylor through the mall. He found himself stopping and looking up where Al-Rousasa had fallen from to his death. Taylor stopped next to him and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Just thinking about something."

"And that something is?"

"I'll tell you later."

"Well, if it isn't Frank Hardy!" A storeowner hurried over and grinned at Frank. "I just wanted to thank you for all that you did."

"It was nothing." Frank didn't want Taylor to learn about Iola like this.

"Nothing? You and your brother stopped that…madman with no help from the police." The storeowner turned to Taylor. "Did you know that a madman was here a few months ago? He wanted to blow up the entire mall, but Frank and his brother stopped him, saved so many lives that day. Frank tried to save his brother and for reasons that I'll never understand, the same madman that was trying to kill everyone. But in the end." The storeowner pointed to a place on the floor. "The man died right there when he hit the floor."

"He…just fell?" Taylor paled at the thought.

"Oh, yes. I think he said something before he died. I heard him, clear as day. 'Kleine Blume, es tut ich Leid, dass ich versagt habe, mein Versprechen zu Ihnen zu behalten'. Taylor turned and stared at the spot. "I have no idea what it means. I think it was some kind of threat. You know, a 'you haven't heard the last of me' kind of thing. I heard from a good source that they buried the body here in Bayport at the local Potter's Field." Frank steered Taylor away from the spot and left the mall with her. Taylor mentally sighed and thought about her father's last words, 'Little Flower, I am sorry that I failed to keep my promise to you.' He had promised that it would be his last assignment for a while and that he would spend time with her. They had made plans to visit somewhere that Taylor had wanted to. Taylor had never asked her father to make a promise. It had been the first and last. Frank remained silent for a moment and then asked, "What's wrong?"

"I was just thinking about that man. What if he had a family?"

"I don't understand."

"I was just thinking about his family."

"Oh." Frank had never thought that Al-Rousasa was the type to have a family. But what if he did? What if they were nothing like him? Or what if they were everything like him? Frank then tried to picture Al-Rousasa. The mental image that came to mind was the look in his eyes just before he fell. For a moment, only a moment, Frank had seen a look of sadness. Had Al-Rousasa been thinking of his family in that instant? What if Joe had held on and Al-Rousasa had gone to trial? Would his family be going through what the Shaw family was about to go through? Would there be reporters camped out on their lawn, waiting for them to come out? Or would the family have enough food stored away to be able to remain indoors, where it was safe? He tried to shake the thoughts from his mind. He then said aloud, "There's two sides to everything."

Joe was impressed. Chet had called him and asked him to come out for a little while. When Joe arrived, men were working here and there to make the Morton farm exactly what the family had always wanted. But when Joe heard who was paying for all of it, he started to have doubts. Chet grinned from ear to ear when he pointed to the puppy that was glued to his side. Ever since its arrival, the puppy Chet had named Shadow was being exactly that, his second shadow. The puppy yipped in shock as a man dropped something, a metal pole, and hid behind Chet only to stick his head out and bark at the man, as if yelling at him to be careful. Joe looked around and was trying to figure out what was going on. First, Taylor pays Callie's bail, and then she gives Chet an expensive gift. Her uncle then helps the Mortons live their dream. Something was going on. This was more than coincidence.

That night, Frank and Taylor were watching a movie when Joe came out of the den. "Frank I need to talk to you." He didn't even look at Taylor. With a shrug, Frank left her to watch the rest of the movie and followed Joe into the den. Once there, he listened as Joe talked to him about Taylor and her uncle. "And that was when I hacked into the Network's computer and tried to locate any information about Taylor and her family."

"Wait, you hacked into private information about my girlfriend?"

"Frank, her mother was a Network agent. The rest of the file is marked Highly Classified. The only person that can remove the tag so anyone can read it isn't listed."

"And your problem with that is…"

"What if it's the Gray Man?"

"Joe, the entire organization doesn't revolve around him!"

"But what if for this, it does? What if he has some kind of info that they don't want leaked out?"

"What if they want Taylor to have a normal life?"

"Yeah, so normal that her aunt bribed the people at the private school to accept Taylor 10 years early."

"Joe, I'm going to ask you this as calmly as I can." Frank stood and Joe saw the rage that was in Frank's eyes. "Stop trying to make a big deal out of everything."

"I just think that it's a little funny that Taylor and her uncle are acting this nice to people that they don't even know." Frank didn't give Joe time to say another word. He simply swung, decking his brother. Gaping for only a moment, Joe was on his feet and the two fought until they heard Taylor's voice, begging them to stop. Joe was just barely able to escape being decked again when they both heard a whimpering sound from Taylor. Both brothers turned and found Taylor on the floor in a dead faint. Frank hurried over to her and picked her up. He then took her to the guest room and put her on the bed. He then left out and glared at Joe, who had followed. Joe sighed as he went to his room and got ready for bed. It hadn't taken much for him to make a mess of that idea.

Taylor waited until she was certain that Frank and Joe were both asleep before she started grinning. Everything was now ahead of schedule.

In the Potter's Field, two Assassins were busy. Quickly, they had stolen the files from the main office and found what they were looking for. Thankful that the police of Bayport had insisted on taking possession of the body, they dug up Al-Rousasa and filled the grave back. They worked as hard as they could to make the grave appear normal before they fled into the night with their prize. They then returned to Vachel-Thiery's home.

Vachel-Thiery looked at the coffin and asked, "Did you replace it?"

"Yes, Mentor. The grave was filled back properly as well."

"Did you leave any evidence that you were there?"

"None, Mentor."

"For your sakes, I hope that is true." After a small ceremony, the coffin was buried again, this time with a statue of a young angel that looked like Taylor that was holding what appeared to be roses, looking up at the sky. The inscription was in German, 'Keine Materie was was, Ihre kleine Blume wird immer Sie lieben'.

Translation:

'Kleine Blume, es tut ich Leid, dass ich versagt habe, mein Versprechen zu Ihnen zu behalten'/'Little Flower, I am sorry that I failed to keep my promise to you.'

'Keine Materie was was, Ihre kleine Blume wird immer Sie lieben'./ 'No matter what what, your little flower will always love you.'