"She's tough, you know" he heard behind him, and he turned to see his dad sitting on his office couch.

"How do you know that?" John asked, looking down.

"You told me" his dad said, "real confidently, too, I might add"

"She is tough" John said, "but she can't be tough if she's being drugged"

"What do you think he wants from her?"

"I think he wants something from me" he said, "I think he wants me to stop looking at the murder charge"

"You think he killed me"

"I can't prove it yet" he said, "but I'm pretty sure"

"What's the connection between Natalie and me?"

"Me?" John said, "he wants me to be distracted, and he knew this would do it"

"Didn't he also get Bo kicked out of office?"

"Yeah" he said.

"What does that have to do with you?"

"Well, he was covering up a different crime with that move"

"And it took out Bo"

"Yeah"

"And now he took Natalie"

"yeah"

"You think maybe this has more to do with Bo and Natalie than it does you?"

"Bo's working on that angle" John said, "but, so what if he's a Buchanan?"

"See, you're still thinking like a cop" he said, "but Truman, he's thinking like a wronged family member"

"He wants to hurt them back" John said, "But why Natalie?"

"Well, maybe that had to do with the murder charge" Thomas said.

"Kill two birds with one stone" John said, "yeah, maybe you're onto something there"

When he looked back at the couch, his dad was gone. Maybe it was about time to get a break from these four walls if he was hallucinating again. He moved quickly through the squad room and he didn't hear any murmurs as he did so. Maybe Bo was right and they were rooting for her to be found, after all. He hopped in his car and started driving, but he didn't really pay attention to where he was going.

Seemingly without thinking, he found himself driving up Llantano mountain. He couldn't be sure what to do now that he was here. It was dark, Truman had gone back to town, and based on what Natalie had said, the house wouldn't be visible from the road anyway. And he couldn't very well drive into driveways in case Truman had a security system or something. After driving through the dark where he believed all the houses to be, he pulled off the road and just sat for a minute.

He didn't get any gut feeling from any of them. What was the point of trying right now? He couldn't do anything.

"Well, what were you hoping to get out of this?"

He turned to see Natalie in his passenger seat.

"I'm starting to lose it"

"No" she said, "but I mean, you haven't eaten or slept in almost four days. That's enough to cause anyone to hallucinate" she paused, "So what did you think was going to get accomplished by driving around in the dark?"

"I don't know. I had to do something; I couldn't wait til morning"

"Can't wait til morning? Is that because Bo and Rex's lead is what might be the turning point?"

"I don't care about that anymore" John said, "All that went out the door when I found out you were missing"

"So why can't you wait?"

"Because that's time I'm wasting when you're alone and hurt"

"So you're just aimlessly driving in the dark?"

"I thought, I don't know-"

"You thought you could use that gut feeling you always get to find me?"

"I did" he said, a smidgen bemused that she knew that already.

"How's that going?"

"Well, you are here" he said, "And that's better than anything else that happened today"

"You know I'm not real"

"Yeah" he said, sighing, "but I'm starting to get real scared. God knows what happened to you when he found you today. You might be really hurt. He wants to hurt you, I think. And I told you this would be different, and I meant that, but I haven't lived up to it, and if I lose you over this-"

"Why do you think I called you?" she said, "I could've called Rex or Bo or 911"

"Muscle memory?"

"Cuz I wanted to talk to you. Cuz I believe you are going to find me" she said, "I don't think any of this is your fault"

"I hate how everyone is telling this story. You'd hate it"

"Yeah, well, I guess it has all the makings of a good story"

"I hate all of this" he said, "I want to go knocking on doors to find you. I want to take a leave so I don't have to deal with the nonsense. But if I do that – "

"You're not going to do that" she said, "Bo and Hugh need you to keep your job"

"For all the good I'm doing"

"You're doing just fine" she said, "and I can make it through tomorrow to wait for you"

"Tomorrow?" he asked, but she was gone by then. Tomorrow? That was what his gut was trying to tell him. Something was going to happen tomorrow. The waiting was going to continue.