Two days later, Tommy was settling Jude into her old bed at his house. Ultimately she was malnourished, dehydrated, had a broken wrist, along with a few broken ribs, and should have been in the hospital, but she demanded to go home. No matter how much Speed and Tommy tried to sway her decision, she held firm. They didn't understand that she hated Cuba, and Jamie, and she couldn't wait to get back to Canada.

"Thanks," Jude said quietly, as Tommy left the room.

"For what?"

"Oh I don't know. For finding me, for taking care of me, for never giving up on me? Take your pick."

He smiled as he leaned against the doorway. "That's what I'm here for."

"Yeah," she said quietly, stifling a yawn.

"I'm going to let you get some well deserved sleep while I make a few phone-calls okay?"

"Sounds good," she whispered. She was overjoyed that he didn't want the terse details of her captivity. Whenever she closed her eyes, she saw Lily's body, hanging from Jamie's arms, like a limp ragdoll. The pain pills that were prescribed to her, also had a mild sedative in them, and aided in helping her sleep.

Tommy gently closed the door to her room and walked into the livingroom to find Kwest, Sadie, Stuart, Victoria, Speed, Wally, Kyle, and Kat gathered around.

"How is she?" Stuart was the first one to speak.

"She's sleeping right now."

"I can't believe she's alive. How, I don't..." Victoria started.

"I'm not really sure either. Jude doesn't seem like she wants to talk about it either."

Sadie, who was now obviously pregnant, waddled over to her husband. "So now what? Jamie is still running free out there. We all know Jude will never truly be safe until he's caught."

Tommy sighed. "I know."

The group sat around and talked for a few hours until Kwest announced it was time for them to leave so Tommy could get some sleep as well.

After everyone left the house, he sauntered to the bathroom, stripped his clothing off, and jumped into the warm, steamy shower. He let the water glide over his tired, aching body. He lost track of time, and the only indicator of how long he had been in the shower was the water had started to get cold. He quickly dried off and slipped on a pair of black sweats and a white t-shirt, showcasing his taut figure.

He was just getting comfortable in his bed when he heard Jude scream. He scrambled out of bed and ran to her room. She was sitting up, her eyes wide with terror, sweat dripping off her face. He made his way over to the bed and sat down beside her, grabbing her hand.

"Hey what's wrong?" he asked in a gentle voice.

"I, I can't get him out of my head. I keep seeing her," she said, rocking back and forth.

"Who? Who are you seeing?" Tommy prodded.

"Her, the girl...the girl he..." She couldn't finish her sentence. Sobs racked her thin body as she gasped for breath.

Tommy inched his way closer to her, wrapping his strong arms around her, in an attempt to calm her down. His hand rubbed circles on her back as she sobbed into his shoulder. "What happened Jude?"

"I can't...I can't say it Tommy," she cried.

"Please Jude," he pleaded softly.

"Jamie, he, he found a girl, with red hair like mine. That, that was the girl the police found," she stammered. "He killed her, he killed her in front of me Tommy. I can still hear her screaming, and I can see the look on her face when I heard her neck snap."

Tommy was mortified at the images Jude was putting into his head. He had seen the body, but he hadn't examined its injuries. "Jude, I'm so sorry," he said as he gently rocked her back and forth against his chest.

"I can't get it to go away. I can't get him to go away!"

He smoothed her hair and held her closer to his chest. Any other time, Tommy would be wary about doing this, thinking it could bring up the past, and he wasn't sure if she wanted that, but now, none of that mattered. "It will Jude. I promise. Just give it some time."

"He raped her Tommy, in front of me! He had her in a warehouse outside of town, for months! Think of what she had to go through, just to be killed in the end, and it was all because of me!"

Tommy realized it wasn't just the images that were bothering her, it was the guilt of the girl's death. "It's not your fault baby. You didn't ask for any of it."

"It's my fault!" she screamed.

Tommy opted not to argue with her anymore. It would just get her more worked up and she didn't need that right now. He held her in his arms until she cried herself to sleep. He gently laid down, pulling her close to his warm body, and kissed her forehead.