In 1976, Peggy and Oliver welcomed twin boys, Kyle and Logan. Then in 1977, they welcomed a son named Mason. Baby number six was on the way.

Della had taken her sons driving in the country. There was less traffic. Unfortunately, there was also a lot of empty space. The boys took turns. When Della decided it was time to go home, she got back in the driver's seat. Unfortunately, it was now dark and they had no idea where they were. Della started to drive, hoping she'd see something familiar.

"Mom, I think we're lost," Max said.

"I think so too," Della agreed. "I just wish there was somewhere I could stop and ask for directions."

"Pull over and we can look around for some clues about where we are," Vinny said.

"I don't know," Della said nervously, "it's awfully dark out."

Della had been more alert since the shooting three years earlier. Suddenly, a car came out of nowhere and went full speed into the driver's side. Della's car was wedged between a telephone pole and another car. "Boys," Della said weakly, "are you alright?"

"Yeah," they both answered. The two got out of the passenger side and noticed that no one was in the other car. The driver's door was left open. The two looked around, "should one of us go look for help or should we all go?" Max asked.

"I doubt mom will let us separate," Vince said.

Max got back in the car, "mom, can you slide over towards me?"

Della tried to push herself away from the driver's side but cried out in pain. Max gently took her right arm and slid her closer to him. The boys realized how much pain Della was in when she stood. "Can you walk?" Vince asked.

"I think so," Della croaked out.

Max wrapped an arm around his mother's waist. She winced when his hand landed on her ribs. "Sorry," Max said and moved his hand a bit.

The three started walking down the road. Della was clearly having difficulty. Eventually, Max picked her up. It felt like they had been walking for hours, but really it had been fifteen minutes.

Suddenly, a car came down the road and pulled over. The boys pulled their mother closer to them. A young woman got out of the car, "what happened?"

"We were in a car wreck back there," Vince said.

The girl noticed the injured woman in Max's arms, "looks like she got the brunt of it."

"She did," Max said.

"Where were you heading?"

"Back to Los Angeles, but we got lost," Vince answered.

"You sure did," she said, "you're going the wrong way. Why don't you get in my car and I'll drive you to Cedars?"

The woman took them to a car. Max got in the backseat with Della while Vince sat upfront. "What's your name?" Vince asked.

"Cassie Tragg," she smiled.

"Tragg?" the twins said in surprise.

"Boys," Della groaned.

"Sorry, mom," they said.

"Well, I'm Vince Mason," Vince began.

"I know who you are," she chuckled. Cassie started driving down the road. She saw the accident site and took it all in. When they arrived at Cedars, the girl pulled up to the Emergency entrance and dropped the three off. They ran inside. Shortly after, Cassie came running in.

"I thought you'd left," Vince said.

"I wanna make sure she's alright."

An orderly came out with a gurney and Max placed Della on it. Another nurse took the boys back to get them checked out. Cassie went with them while a nurse called Perry. The boys ended up being fine and the three returned to the waiting room. Soon, Perry rushed in, "are you alright? Where's mom?"

"They're running tests and doing scans on her right now," Max answered the last question.

"We're fine," Vince added.

Perry looked at the young woman, "who are you?"

"She's the one who pulled over to help us," Vince said.

The girl stood, "hi, Mr. Mason," she smiled, "Cassie Tragg, remember?"

"You're Tragg's daughter?" it had been a little over a year since he had seen Cassie. In that time, puberty hit and she became a young woman.

"Yep," she smiled.

"Well, thank you for pulling over to help them."

"It's no trouble. I've called my mom and I'm going to stay for a bit longer. I want to make sure Mrs. Mason is alright."

Fifteen minutes later, a doctor walked over to them, "she has three broken ribs on her left side, a concussion, sprained wrist, and a badly bruised left leg. She has bruises and cuts, but none that needed stitching. I'm going to at least keep her overnight for observation due to the concussion."

"Can we see her?" Perry asked.

"Sure," the doctor said, "they're setting her up in a room. A nurse will get you when she's settled."

The doctor walked away and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. "I should get going," Cassie said.

"Don't you want to see her?" Vince asked.

"I do, but she's been through a lot. Right now, I don't want to overwhelm her. Maybe I'll drop by once she's home."

"I'll walk you to your car," Vince said. The two walked out of the hospital.

"Looks like someone has a crush," Max smiled.

"I know that look," Perry said.

"Really?" Max asked.

"It's the same look I had when I first saw your mother."

Once Della was in a room, a nurse took the Mason men back. Della's bed was propped up a bit and she was awake. "Are you two alright?" she asked her boys.

The three chuckled, "only a mom would ask her sons, from her hospital bed, if they were alright," Perry said.

The boys gently hugged their mother. "I have to warn you, my memory is a bit spotty right now," she said.

"That's okay," Max said, "the doctor said that should improve in time."

"How did we get here?" she asked.

"Someone saw us carrying you down the road and pulled over. She gave us a ride. Actually, she just left," Vince said, "she wanted to make sure you were going to be alright."

"Why is Max smiling?"

Vince looked at his brother and wanted to smack him, "cus he's an idiot."

"Who gave us a ride?"

"You'll never believe this," Perry said, "Cassie Tragg."

"Really?"

"She was on her way home when she found us," Max said.

"Oh, Perry, the crash site," Della began.

"Don't worry, the authorities are already there. I called them after the hospital called me."

"Cassie told me she took a good hard look at it as we drove past," Vince said, "in case anyone needs to talk to her."

"The daughter of a respected member of the LAPD," Max said, "I'd say she's a solid witness."

"Perry, when can I go to sleep?" Della said.

"They just want you to stay awake a little bit longer," Perry explained. "Irene Tragg is picking you up to take you home. Cassie told her about the accident and she volunteered. I'll call you in the morning when I know what time your mother's being discharged."

The boys took the keys, "boys, please call when you get home," Della begged.

"We will," Max said. The two gently hugged their mother and left.

Twenty minutes later, the phone in Della's room rang. The woman groaned from the pain in her head. Perry answered the phone, "okay, thanks," he said.

"Is that the boys?" Della asked.

"Yes," Perry said.

"I want to hear for myself."

Perry smiled and handed the receiver to his wife, "hello?"

"You didn't believe dad?" Max chuckled.

"I needed to hear you myself. Where's your brother?"

Max handed Vince the phone, "hi, mom."

"I'm glad you're both safe. Now go to sleep."

They hung up and Perry looked at his wife, "I bet you're regretting having them call now."

"The pain in my head is a small price to pay for knowing they're safe."