There's a turning point in everyone's lives where something dramatic happens to wake you up—to startle you into instant reality—something that makes you focus more on what's going on around you rather than what's happening to you. This was my moment—my turning point.

"You're asking for trouble, Jude." Tommy stated quietly as the elevator doors closed in front of us. I just swore under my breath. What right did he have to give me advice?

"Go to hell, Quincy. You've been gone all this time and you finally show back up when I suddenly find myself involved in something beyond my control at this point and you want to give me advice. I find that hard to swallow, Tom." I retorted in a low tone as Tommy leaned against the back of the elevator with his arms crossed across his chest.

"So two days with a mad man has suddenly turned you into Mother Teresa, Jude. Now, that is something I find hard to swallow." Tommy replied back as I glanced over at him pointedly before leaning back against the opposite side of the lift—pressing the 'stop' button on the control panel as I did. The elevator halted as Tom lifted a brow in surprise.

"You know what, Tom, let's face this issue now before it becomes a bigger one when we return to the studio especially if you're here to stay. Three months in hell trying to figure out why my best friend just suddenly up and left without any explanation whatsoever—leaving me wondering if he was even alright, if he was doing okay while breaking my heart at the same time does a lot toward changing your personality Tom. Add dirty pictures and a kidnapping to boot on top of that as icing on the cake and then you have more than just Mother Teresa, Tom, you have the friggin' pope." I yelled at him fiercely before reaching out and starting the elevator again. Tom reached out and stopped it once more before grabbing me by the arm and pulling me toward him. I fought him—leaving the space between us instead. Tom sighed.

"I'm sorry, Jude." He stated simply as I pulled the button on the elevator. I didn't want an apology. I still hadn't processed the fact that he was back yet. He sighed as the lift continued up before finally opening.

"Why did you leave the message that you were in trouble on my phone, Jude, if you really have that much of a problem with me?" Tommy asked as I just looked over at him suddenly before shaking my head.

"That's a good question, Tom." I replied as I made my way over to the desk in pediatrics. The woman behind it looked up in surprise. I could tell she recognized who I was.

"Do you have a patient by the name of Rebecca here?" I asked quietly as the lady glanced in startled shock from me to Tommy and then back again. She nodded.

"A few by that name." She finally responded as I sighed. Just what I needed—more than one child by that name.

"The one I'm looking for has a brother by the name of Ethan." I remarked quickly as the woman perused me a moment before reaching over and grabbing a chart.

"She's here. Are you interested in seeing her? Is this some kind of publicity thing because it has to be approved by the hospital administration if it is?" The woman asked warily as I shook my head.

"No, I'm just here as a friend." I replied almost on a whisper as the woman nodded before giving me the room number. I brushed past Tommy as I headed in that general direction.

"You should try out a hospital bed, Tom. God knows, I'd love to put you in one right now." I commented as I brushed by him. Tom shook his head, and I missed his sudden smile as I walked by. He knew how stubborn I could be.