Kellie's bullet wound required minor surgery. While coming out of the anesthesia, Kellie finds herself on a beach. She saw two figures making their way toward her. The taller one is blond with blue eyes. The other figure was a four year old girl, with brown eyes and brown hair.

"Mom," Kellie said, "Am I dead? I didn't think my bullet wound was that serious."

"Yes it's me, baby" Hailey said, "No, you're not dead. However the powers that be figured you could use some divine intervention." The little girl made drawings in the sand.

"Isn't it five years too late?" Kellie asked.

Hailey shrugged. "You carry a lot of baggage. You also don't let people in easily."

"What was your first hint," Kellie said, "Every person I ever got close to was taken away from me. I've spent the last five years on the run. I still can't believe that its over."

"Some of that's my fault, baby," Hailey said, "I didn't try to take care of you properly. I made selfish choices because I was too proud to ask for help. Eventually I was so far gone, I couldn't ask for help. You suffered for it."

"You and the unseen puppet masters care now, why?" Kellie asked, "Why not just stop Ethan from doing the things he did in the first place?"

"Everyone has free will," Hailey said, "To prevent people from making those choices would infringe on that free will. All we can simply do is provide information and insight to a person, but the choices are theirs."

"What great wisdom am I unlucky enough to have bestowed upon me," Kellie said.

"Mommy, come see my sand drawing," the little girl said.

Kellie whipped around actually paying attention to the child for the first time. "Is she..?" Kellie started to ask.

"Yes, she's your daughter," Hailey said.

"Can I…?" Kellie asked. Hailey nodded.

Kellie kneeled next to the little girl, crying. "It's beautiful sweetheart," Kellie said, "I know this must sound funny, but do you have a name?"

"Erin Adela," the little girl replied, "You draw a picture, Mommy."

"What do you want me to draw?" Kellie asked.

"A horse," Erin said. Kellie started drawing a horse.

"Adela is your grandmother's name," Hailey said, "On your father's side. I would have given it to her as a first name, but Adela wouldn't have it."

"Why bring me here to see my daughter knowing I have to go back without her," Kellie asked.

"To help you heal and to see that there is good in the world," Hailey said, "Don't blame your father for my choices. Him not being around for you wasn't his fault."

"I know," Kellie said, "But emotionally I don't know if I can let anyone in. Besides he has a god complex like you wouldn't believe."

"I hate to tell you this, baby," Hailey said, "You are a lot like him."

"So I've heard," Kellie said.

"Right down to the baggage you carry and the choices you've had to make," Hailey said, "Although he does expect everyone to follow his every whim while you on the other hand understand the art of compromise tosome degree."

Kellie looked back at her daughter. "It's time for me to go back, isn't it?" she asked. Hailey nodded, "You have things left to do on earth. Your family will need you. Everything you've been through will help you protect them in the future."

Kellie touched Erin's hair and hugged her, "Mommy has to go now."

"I know," Erin said, "Will you tell Daddy I said 'hi' when you see him?"

"I …" Kellie said, stunned, "I don't know, but I'll try."

Erin wrapped her arms around Kellie again. Erin then ran to Hailey's side.

"Bye Mommy," Erin said, waving. Hailey waved. They seemed to get smaller.