A/N: I realized as I was writing this chapter that I've changed from Present Tense to Past Tense. It's too late to change it now, so I hope it doesn't bother you too much. Thanks for the reviews. They keep me going.

"Good job, Jude. We've seen major improvement here." Miss TooMuchBotox said.

All I did was open a door for a man in a suit. And I took those pills that make me feel like I'm being pricked by needles. If that's all I have to do, I'll be getting visits a lot more often.

"So…do you want us to make that call?" She asked me.

"578-9432." I told her immediately with a smile. I had it memorized by heart from the many times I'd called you so we could talk for hours about nonsense things like how our day was. None of that mattered, though, what really mattered was the conversations about how much we loved eachother.

The lady smiled. Actually, it was more like she deadpanned, since she couldn't smile because of the what must have been hundreds of shots in her face. That makes me think of the time I took to Sadie's face with super-glue. Ha. Haha.

"We'll call that number right now." She said, picking up the phone. I repeated the digits again and she dialed it into the receiver.

"Hi. You know Jude Harrison, am I right?" She said into the phone. I waited with anticipation, trying not to jump out of my seat and grab the phone from her. I wanted to hear your voice like a little kid wants a lollipop at the grocery store. And if all little kids are like I was when I was that age, they freak out pretty badly if they don't get one.

"Oh. Alright. I'm sorry. Bye." She hung up.

I looked at her curiously. What was with that? Wasn't she supposed to ask you to visit?

"I'm going to redial the number to make sure I have it right, he said he didn't know a Jude Harrison, but that his daughter listened to you all the time." She smiled as she dialed the number with more precision this time.

Once again I waited anxiously, about ready to jump out of my seat and scream.

"Hello. This is Toronto Medical and Psychiatric Ward. We'd like to know if you know Jude Harrison personally." She said politely into the bright yellow phone. I heard once that yellow makes people hungry. They don't serve very good food here, by the way. It's just like my old school's cafeteria stuff.

"Hello?" She spoke into the phone again, catching my attention.

"Sir? Are you okay? Would you like to talk to Miss. Harrison?" She asked.

"Jude. He'd like to talk to you." I nearly blasted out of my seat and yanked the phone away from her, hyperventilating into it.

"Hello? Tommy?" I asked, hoping to hear your voice talk to me.

"Jude." You said simply, and my knees buckled underneath me because it sounded so sweet after nearly a year of not hearing it.