Tears are flowing freely down the faces of Peg and Susan while Hodson sits there too stunned to move for a moment. A second later the doctor is out of her seat and charging across the house at break neck speed. She's not sure how she gets up all those stairs without collapsing from exhaustion, but she does it and is down the hall in a flash.
She bursts into the master bedroom barely noting that Maggie was trying to sleep and Abe is acting as her pillow again as he reads a book. Hodson dashes across the room to the TV set on the bureau, turns it on and suddenly draws a blank for the channel she wants.
"What's the channel for CNN?" she demands.
Abe blinks his nictitating membranes and then his eyes get wider. He tells Hodson the number as he begins to strip out of his top. Maggie starts to sit up, a look of confusion on her face while Hodson changes the channel. As soon as the program comes on, the doctor moves out of the way of the TV.
Maggie looks at the TV and then gasps. Abe quickly pulls her into his arms as she starts to shake and the tears soon follow.
"So what do you think, Sparky?" Hellboy asks as he starts going through a pile of movies. "Should we introduce him to City Lights or The Great Dictator?"
"I like City Lights better," Liz replies while she tries to hold onto Trevor as he attempts to grab the twitching tail of the cat on the back of the couch. "Not as political."
"Ok, City Lights it is," HB agrees as he pulls the tape out from a pile of others, causing them to fall off and scatter across the table they were on.
Hellboy steps over the fallen tapes, ignoring them as Liz just gives a tolerant smile and shakes her head. While Hellboy is getting the movie ready, Liz looks around at some of the other TVs that are still playing. Some are showing cartoons, a few are turned off, a couple as showing video of Trevor at various stages of his little life and one is actually showing CNN.
A name flashed onto the screen catches her eye and she brings her focus onto that lone TV. She can feel the blood leave her face as her grip on Trevor loosens enough for him to grab the tail that he's been trying to grab. A yowling cat draws Hellboy's attention away from what he's doing.
The stunned look on Liz's face has him bewildered, but he decides to take care of the louder problem first. He steps up to the couch and manages to get his son to release the poor kitty's tail. HB lifts Trevor up into his arms as he waves a hand in front of Liz's mesmerized face.
"Red, look," she whispers, pointing at the TV with CNN on it.
"Holy…," he mutters.
"Guillermo," she nearly shouts as she jumps up.
She tears out of the room with Hellboy close behind with Trevor still in his arms. Trevor is enjoying himself immensely and giggling his approval of all the fun. They burst into the library a few moments later to find Guillermo behind his desk working quietly.
"Where's the fire, you two?" Guillermo jokes.
Liz ignores him as she rushes over to the single TV in the entire room and turns it on. It takes her a few seconds to find the right channel, but as soon as she does, the smile on Guillermo's face disappears as his eyes grow really wide and the color leaves his face. He watches the TV in stunned silence totally unaware of the tears leaving trails down his cheeks or the ragged breathing. A few seconds later John comes bursting into the room.
"What's going on?" John asks Hellboy. "One of the other agents saw you charging towards the library and told me."
Hellboy doesn't answer but just points towards the TV.
"Oh, jeez," John gasps. "Is that…?"
"Yes," Guillermo interrupts. "I need to call Maggie."
With that, he picks up the phone and starts dialing.
Abe sits on the bed with Maggie betweens his legs and wrapped in his arms. She clings to him like her life depends on it, never taking her eyes off the TV. When the phone rings, he reaches over and answers it.
"Hello?...Hola, Guillermo…Yes, she's watching it right now…She's in a state of shock, but I think she's going to be ok…I think that would be good. See you soon, my friend. Adios, Guillermo."
Abe hangs up the phone and puts his arm back around his wife, pulling even closer to him.
"Guillermo says he's going to catch the next flight out to San Francisco," he quietly whispers in her ear.
"I'm not dreaming am I?" she begs, turning pleading eyes up to him.
He looks back at the TV at the picture of the older couple on the screen. They're very thin, their skin is extremely weather worn but they have a sparkle to their eyes that can only be described as elation.
"No, my love, your not dreaming," he assures her. "You parents are alive."