Lucien wasn't awake yet and Jean had decided to let him sleep in as she went to get breakfast started. It had been a week since that disturbing phone call. More of his memories had come back to him. She knew he hadn't gotten much sleep as he would try to piece everything together. This didn't help his restlessness. It was getting more difficult to keep him at home, as Matthew had instructed.

His eyes snapped open. He quickly looked around and sat up in bed. He just saw him. The man who's after him. They called him Cooper Lewis. Brother of Stewart Lewis, the man on the bridge. He was there in their bedroom. It was so real. Lucien got out of bed quickly to find Jean, until he heard her. She must have been making breakfast. She was singing and it brought his heartrate down immediately. He took a deep breath and shook it off. Just a dream. He turned back to get ready for the day.

Matthew had already left by the time Lucien had gotten dressed and made it to the kitchen. Jean was sitting at the table, reading and sipping on her tea. She looked up just as he had bent down to give her a kiss. One that was a lot more sensual and longer than their typical 'good morning' kiss. It left her flush. "Not that I'm complaining, but where did that come from?"

He gave her a side smile and sat down. "I missed you." He continued and braced for an argument. "I was thinking of going to the lake today."

"Lucian, you need to stay put and you know it."

"It's just the lake. I'll be quick. I just need some fresh air and different scenery."

"Fine. Then I'm going with you." She gave him a challenging look.

This was not going to be easy to try to draw this man out without Jean around. He'd have to figure something else out. He couldn't risk her getting hurt. He put his hands up. "Never mind."

Much to his chagrin, his Jean knew him better than anyone, even himself. She could see right through him and he could feel her eyes on him right now. "Need I remind you that you promised you would not go after this man." She reached for his hand and continued. "I know you're restless and you want to find this man but…I need you to let Matthew handle this."

He gave her a sheepish grin. "You're right."

Proud of herself, she continued and gave him a wink. "Now, I do need to get some things from the market. You can come with me and Peter if you promise to behave."

He didn't like the idea of her going out without him. "Yes, I'd like that. Thank you, Jean."

Walking through the market, an eerie feeling came over Lucien. He looked around and made eye contact with the man that had appeared in his dream just that morning, Cooper Lewis. He stopped in his tracks causing Jean to give him a questioning look. Following his line of sight, she saw a man walking towards them. With their concentration on him, they didn't notice the man behind him with the knife. He barely had time to cut Lucien in the back when Constable Peter tackled him. The man was able to land a punch on the young constable and get away. On the ground, Lucien gripped at his back. His main concern though was trying to find where Cooper had gone.

Jean helped him up and went to inspect his back. It was bleeding pretty good. She closed her eyes and thanked God it wasn't any deeper. Jean took off her scarf and used it to hold pressure to the wound. She was breathing heavily. "Are you hurt anywhere else?" He didn't respond and she called his name to get his attention. He looked at her, stunned. "Lucien, are you hurt anywhere else?"

"No, no, I'm fine."

"You're not fine. You'll need some stitches on this one here."

Scanning the crowd, he responded, "Jean, I…I know him. The man that was walking toward us. He was in my dream. He's the brother of the man on the bridge. His name is Cooper Lewis. I was sure I could draw him out but I didn't know he would have others helping him. I didn't think he would be so bold as to try anything in such a public place. Being in a car is one thing but now there are witnesses."

Matthew and Alice were close by and arrived shortly after the altercation, overhearing Lucien.

Matthew looked at Jean and said, "I expected better of you. Why would you let him he leave the house? You need anything, you ask me and I will bring it to you!" He was a bit rougher than he had intended. Jean was apologetic and regretful. She really thought they would be okay for this short trip.

Alice chimed in, "Matthew!"

Lucien gave Matthew a waring glare. His voice was low and even. "I get that you are upset, Matthew, but leave Jean alone. This is not her doing. You want to be angry at someone, be angry at me."

A familiar frustration overcame him as he raised his voice. "Lucien, you know what this bugger looks like and you didn't think to tell me? Hell, you even know his name?!" He turned away and then came back in Lucien's face. "You know, you are becoming more and more like your old self every day. I don't know whether to hug you or punch you." He took a deep breath. "How can I protect you if you leave me in the dark?" Matthew couldn't tell if he was more irritated at Lucien or the tears that filled his eyes.

Realizing the pain he caused, he pulled Matthew in for a hug. "I'm sorry, my friend."

The sign of affection between these two friends almost had Jean and Alice in tears as well.

Matthew held on to him for a few seconds and released him. "Enough of that. You need to get that tended to. Hang on a minute and I'll take you." He went to talk to Bill Hobart who was taking care of the investigation. He also checked in with Peter and thanked him for looking out. Peter told him he would take care of some witness statements then head home.

Matthew drove them to the hospital. It turned out Lucien did need stitches. Three, to be exact, on the lower right side of his back. On the way home, Lucien told them everything he knew about the brothers. "There might be more but that's all I can remember for now." Jean squeezed his hand. She had been very quiet and he couldn't wait to get home to talk to her. To make sure she's alright. For now, he leaned over and kissed her head. She gave him a tired smile. "Matthew, we weren't able to get anything at the market. I'm not sure we have anything for dinner."

"After Peter gets back home, I'll go get us some fish and chips. Jean, make me a list and I'll have someone get that as well." She nodded.

Once inside, Jean excused herself. Matthew and Alice went to the kitchen. Lucien stood in the entryway looking on as Jean headed to the studio. He followed and paused at the door. He closed his eyes as he heard the soft sobs. He went in and joined her on the couch, taking her in his arms. She held on tightly. "It was a stupid idea, Lucien. I'm so sorry."

"Jean, you have nothing to be sorry about. We can't just sit around waiting for him to strike. Matthew is just scared. He lashed out at you because of it. I mean it, you are not to blame." There was nothing he could say that would make her feel any less guilty.

She pulled herself together and took comfort being in his arms. Then she remembered his cut. "Come, we need to get you a new shirt." He followed her to their closet. She grabbed him a new vest and shirt. He unbuttoned his shirt and she helped him take his vest off. She leaned forward and kissed his chest, just over his heart. He lifted her chin and kissed her lips. As their kiss slowed, they rested their heads together. "How about we rest up a bit." Noticing the look in his eyes, she added, "Just rest." He nodded and gave her a smirk. She helped him put his vest on and got him into bed. She fell asleep immediately while Lucien laid there trying to devise a way to make things right.