A/N: This chapter doesn't have as much action as the previous chapters. Janie has a nightmare about her father (not a graphic one), John comes back and talks to her a little, and then Janie says goodbye to her mother. There is one more chapter after this one, where John and Janie take a long road trip on the way to her new foster family.

Janie sat on the blanket, her toys that Mommy and Daddy had left for her littered all around. Mommy was sitting on the couch with a book in her hand, and Daddy was sitting next to her. He was kissing Mommy's neck and she was pushing him away and laughing.

Janie hated being a baby sometimes. She didn't want to play on the floor with her toys. She wanted to play with Mommy and Daddy. Janie picked up her soft ball from the floor and threw it towards her parents. Daddy jumped when the ball hit him and looked towards Janie.

"Look at you. You're gonna be a major leaguer one day."

"Daddy, I think she's mad we're ignoring her."

"Well we can fix that."

"Leon, wait."

"Wait? For wh…Oh, wow."

While her Mommy and Daddy were talking, Janie had decided to try walking again. Mommy and Daddy had both showed her how to do it, and it was taking Janie a while to learn. She grabbed the end of the couch and held on. She lifted her leg and put it down. She lifted her other leg and put it down too.

"Come this way, baby girl. Come on, come to Mommy and Daddy."

Janie stepped towards her parents a few more times, keeping her eyes in front of her. She made it to Mommy's feet and lifted her arms.

But something was wrong.

Mommy wasn't there anymore. Janie had been expecting her to be there, so when she wasn't, Janie fell back onto the floor. She whimpered a little, getting ready to cry, but before she could, she heard something above her. Daddy wasn't there anymore either. Instead, it was a monster. A big, ugly monster with lots of teeth that was reaching down to eat Janie. Janie opened her mouth and screamed again….

"Janie! Wake up, honey, come on."

Janie jumped up in bed, the memory of the monster from her dream still fresh on her mind. The scream that the baby in her dream had been trying to get out was now coming out in the real world.

"Whoa, calm down, sweetie. It's okay. You're safe."

"John?" Janie asked.

"Yeah. You're okay, honey."

Janie swallowed. "I had a bad dream."

"Yeah. I know a thing or two about those. Here, drink some water. It'll help you calm down." John suggested.

Janie took a sip and felt her heart slow down a little. "Thanks."

"You're welcome. Want to talk about it?"

Janie almost said no, but decided that John had earned her trust. "I was a baby. I was learning to walk. My mom and dad were far away and I trying to get to them. But when I did, Mom disappeared and Dad was this…monster."

John sighed. "Honey, normally I would say that people don't know what real monsters are. But I think you do. And you faced one for a long time. But there's something you need to remember."

"What?"

"You won. You beat him."

"Is it done?" she asked.

"Almost." John said. He placed his bag on the table and sat next to her. "Your father's been arrested."

"What? You went to the police?" Janie exclaimed. "I didn't want anyone to know."

"Sweetie, calm down." John said. "I didn't go to the police. I made your dad go to the police."

"What?"

"Here." John said. "Turn the TV on."

"Police are baffled this morning as a local man, Leon Foster, came into the department late last night and confessed to the murder of his fifteen-year-old daughter Janie. Further complicating the case is the absence of a body of the teenager, yet the presence of her blood all over the basement of the house. Further information on our 6:00 broadcast."

Janie flicked the TV off. "He confessed to killing me?"

"He did." John said. "I thought about doing it myself, but I figured spending the rest of his life in prison would give him a dose of his own medicine."

"So it's over?"

"It's over." John assured her.

"Where am I gonna go?"

"I called a couple that I've known for a long time. They know the truth about the supernatural, and they've been looking to adopt an older kid for a long time. They're really excited to meet you." John said.

"Can I go with you instead?"

John hesitated but answered honestly. "If it were safe for you, I'd take you with me in a heartbeat. But I'm a pretty lousy dad, sweetie."

"You can't be as bad as mine."

"True." John conceded. "But hunting's not a life for someone who wasn't born or pushed into it. I've already pushed my youngest away from me, and my oldest is barely getting by. I don't want to go for a third strike."

"Do you…do you trust them?" Janie asked.

"Yes, I do." John said. "Kiddo, they wouldn't hurt you. All they want is to help you."

"If I'm dead, how can they adopt me?"

"You let me and Jack worry about that." John said.

"Jack?"

"Jack and Marissa. They'll be your foster parents." John said.

"I haven't been part of a family for a long time."

"Just because she's gone, doesn't mean that your mother's still not in your family." John explained. "Speaking of…" John ran a hand over his face, still surprised he was going to do this. "Janie, the reason your mother appeared all those times was because you called her."

Janie nodded. "I figured."

"So I want you to call her again. So you can say goodbye."

"You didn't get rid of her?" Janie asked.

"Not yet. Normally I wouldn't have hesitated. But you need this. So just call her. Talk to her, then we'll help her move on. Okay?"

Janie nodded. "Mommy? I need you."

Sabrina appeared in the room. It was the first time that John had noticed how much Janie looked like her mother. She was a beautiful woman. She wore a white t-shirt and jeans with a pink long sleeve sweater on the top of it. John guessed it was the outfit she'd died in. She ignored John and stared at Janie, a warm smile on her face.

"Mommy? You have to go now, don't you?"

"Yes, I do." Her mother walked in front of Janie and kneeled down, placing a hand on her cheek. "You're safe now, baby. Go with John."

Janie was crying again, and grabbed her mom's arm with one hand and placed the other on her stomach. "I'm sorry."

"Shh. You have nothing to be sorry for. I told you mommy would make it okay, didn't I?"

"Yeah. You did." Janie said. "I love you, mommy."

"I love you too. Goodbye, sweetheart. Go have peace now. You deserve it." She turned to John. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." John said. "Do you need me to help you move on?"

"No. I'll go now. You can handle it from here."

With that, Janie's mother finally left. John was afraid she'd break down again, but she didn't. She took the photo in her hands and walked towards the door.

"I'm hungry. Can we go eat now?"

"You bet we can. Let's go."