"This shit just keeps coming..." Piney grumbled. The boys were at church discussing the mountain of issues that they were facing. "Went down to Floyd's today for a shave...I cleared the damn parlor..."

"Sure it's not just cause you miss a shower every now & then, pop?" Opie tried to make light of the situation. But most of them could hardly muster a laugh.

"The town's pissed," Clay reiterated. "But that's the least of our problems. We've got a Mayan problem that needs retaliation & a missing member of the family," Clay looked over to Jax. "If it wasn't bad enough- our lawyer stopped by today. They're revoking our bail...we have to show for court on Friday for incarceration until the trial..."

The table exploded but Clay drew the focus back in, "But we've got to get to Vancouver...on good authority that's where Abel was last..."

Jax nodded. He set his cigarette in the ashtray, "I'm going to ride up there in two days. I'm going to stop by and see my mom but I'm going to do this alone boys- I can't ask you to miss that hearing..."

"But I can..." Clay smiled, "All in favor of going to Vancouver?"

The gavel smacked down onto the table.

The Teller Household (One Hour Later)

Jax returned home to tell Sadie what had been voted upon. He avoided the nursery, unsure if he could handle it yet. Walking through the kitchen, he heard the water running down the hallway. Following the sound, he found the bathroom door open a crack, steam pouring out into the hall.

Jax checked for his cigarettes in his pocket- ready to waste some time until she got out of the shower. But he stopped when he heard another sound beyond the rushing water: sobbing.

Jax closed the space between himself and the bathroom door. His hand hovered over the handle. He slowly pushed the door open.

Sadie was sitting down in the shower, knees tucked up to her chest, the water pouring down onto her. The sobs came in heaves, her whole body shaking into them. Jax took off his cut before sliding the glass door aside. He knelt down & shut the water off. Jax wrapped his arms around Sadie; her head fell to his chest, her wet hair seeping water onto his 'Son' t-shirt. She cried into his arms for a while until he helped her out of the shower and into the towel.

"I'm sorry," Sadie finally came around. She tightened the towel around her body.

Jax nodded. He took off his soaking wet shirt and threw it into the laundry pile. He took ahold of her hand and led her into the bedroom. Jax went digging in the drawer for a new shirt. Sadie began to change into the clothes that she'd laid out.

"We're leaving for Vancouver in two days," Jax said.

"Okay...I'll pack my things..." Sadie took a deep breath as she buttoned her jeans.

"No...you're staying here...the Club...we're going..." Jax turned to face her.

Sadie hesitated before she found her words, "He's my son too. I'm going." Sadie knew how Old Lady's worked but this was different.

This was very different.

"Look, you have to stay here. We don't know what we're going to find in Vancouver..." Jax started.

"We're going to find our son..." she responded. "I have to go..."

"This isn't a debate," Jax replied. He paused, shook his head. He deemed the conversation over & left the room, going to grab his cut from the hallway floor.

"No, it's not..." Sadie followed him, "It's not a debate, it's not a question...Jax...I miss him so much..." her eyes were out of tears, "I have to be there...you can't keep me from him...LOOK AT ME!"

Jax took his fine time turning around.

"I'm going."