7/15/2000, Townley's Trailer Home…

When only five months have passed, Michael has started to see a change in his youngest daughter Blake and also with her mother, Macey. The red haired was being less of a fun and smiling parent to her daughter and also to her stepson, Ethan. Usually when Michael visits Carter at the Grant-Rose trailer home, he sees Blake playing by herself in the living room, just how Ethan pays attention towards his video games and action figures.

But somehow, there is more than meets the eye when he received a phone call, which he doesn't have the number in his contacts. Instead he answers it while he was sitting down on the couch, watching mindless TV while waiting for his wife and the kids to return.

"Hello?" He greeted.

"Is this Michael Townley?"

Michael heard a young woman's voice on the other line, asking for him.

"Who's asking?" Michael questioned.

"This is Little Hands and Feet Daycare calling, and I have been trying to get in contact with Blakesleigh Rose Grant's parents today, and they have put you down as an emergency number if we can't reach them."

"What's wrong with Blake? Is she alright?" Michael started asking questions as he raised his body upright from the couch.

"She's been in trouble today with her teacher and a few of her classmates. So, the teacher was wondering if someone could pick her up for the day. Or either she'll have time out away from her class the rest of the day."

"Okay, I'm on my way to pick her up." Michael said, putting on his boots and his heavy snow coat, before hanging up his phone. He grabbed the keys to his van, before leaving the trailer park home to make sure that Blake's alright.

Little Hands and Feet Daycare…

"You don't bite me or your friends, do you hear me, Blakesleigh?" Miss. Katie said, while pointing her index finger at four year old Blake who was sitting down on the red time out chair.

"The hell you're doin' to her?" Michael questioned as he watched them, before Blake and the caterpillars teacher looked up to see him.

"Oh, hi, Mr. Townley." Miss. Katie greeted nonchalantly, as she stood up from her knees. "I was talking to Blakesleigh here about her actions today." She explained, before Michael lifted up his four year old daughter and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"What did she do exactly? Cause I know Blake doesn't cause no trouble." Michael questioned, while holding his daughter and and Blake was looking away from him and the teacher.

"Well, today, she didn't take a nap like the rest of the class. She's always knock out whenever it's time for nap." Miss. Katie explained with her arms crossed. "So, she stayed up the whole naproom. Next, she wet herself when she knows how to go to the bathroom and I had to change her training diaper. And lastly, during snack time she decided that it was alright to take some of the children's snacks they brought home and hide them in her cubby. Right before I told the office about her behavior, she bit a few of her friends and also me in the process."

"That doesn't sound like her at all." Michael said, before looking at Blake. "Blakesleigh Rose Grant, is this true?" He questioned, before Blake nodded slowly.

"Well, your mother and father is gonna have a word with you, little lady." Michael stated. "Now, what do you say to your teacher?"

Blake looked at Michael, before looking at her caterpillars teacher and yet she didn't say anything. Just kept an emotionless, but depressing look on her face.

"Blake, are you gonna apologize to her?" Michael questioned once more, still holding onto in his arms.

"No…" Blake muttered without looking at the two.

"Did you say no, Blakesleigh?" Michael questioned, before placing Blake on the floor and crouch down to his daughter's height. "If you don't apologize to your teacher right now, we're not going to stop by Burger Shot to get something to eat. Understand?"

"I don't wanna." Blake answered.

"This is not exactly like her, Miss. Katie." Michael stated, before looking up at the teacher. "She's usually very sweet and apologetic, but now… Well, I don't know what's going on."

"Well, it might be something happening at home with her. This happens to a lot of kids who aren't getting much attention at home with family problems." Miss. Katie explained. "Even though you're her uncle, but is everything alright at home? I haven't heard from her mother Macey, since the Valentine's Day party." She questioned, but when she mentioned Blake's mother, the dark haired child gave out a scared but soft cry which caught her attention.

"She's been… having a hard time lately, since her mother died a few months back." Michael answered, as he felt Blake hugging onto his leg and he softly stroke her long black hair.

"Aww, I'm very sorry to hear that. But I hope Blake will be on her best behavior tomorrow." Miss. Katie said, before looking down at Blake who happens to be scared of her own teacher and hid herself behind Michael's legs.

"She will be…" Michael said, as the teacher walked towards Blake's cubby to grab her unicorn backpack and also her pink and purple sippy cup with straw halfway full of grape juice. "And thanks." He said, after grabbing Blake's stuff as the dark haired child put on her teal colored coat, before leaving the classroom.

As Michael drive through the snowy town, he was looking back at Blake who was drinking her sippy cup while looking outside from the cold windows. She was really quiet today as she usually talks about her day or talks about something new she saw. And also with her being 4 years old, she should not be using sippy cups at her age unless she spills her cup a lot. He remembers how she was drinking from a plastic cup normally in the past couple of months, but now she was transitioning back down to a sippy cup with a straw.

After talking with her teacher, he's starting to have a reason about what was happening with his daughter at the moment. Maybe she's going through a preschool stage or she might have separation anxiety.

Whatever it is, he wants answers from Macey and even Carter.

Townley's Trailer Home...

"How about we play together for a while, until your mother or father come gets you?" Michael suggested as he sat down on the couch, while Blake was eating a macaroni and cheese bowl while sitting down in front of the TV, watching cartoons.

"I rather watch TV." Blake answered, before scooping another spoonful of mac' and cheese into her mouth, while keeping her eyes on the TV.

'That's definitely not like her.' Michael thought to himself, as he watched Blake in front on him on the floor, eating her macaroni and cheese bowl in a fast pace, like she was a starving homeless child.

"Whoa, kiddo. Slow down and wipe your mouth, Blakie." Michael said, stopping Blake as she turned around to face him. She had cheesy liquid residue on her face, along with an elbow noodle on the side of her mouth. "Didn't ya eat at lunchtime?" He questioned as he stood up to grab a paper towel to wipe Blake's mouth off.

"No…" Blake answered, when Michael came back to wipe her small mouth off. "I didn't like what was for lunch."

"You ain't that picky when it comes to your favorite foods." Michael said, before placing a kiss on her forehead until his lips felt something like plastic against Blake's black hair and skin. He lifted up Blake's front bangs to see a neon purple bandage across her forehead. "Baby girl, what happened to your head?" He questioned, before touching the soft middle part of the bandage, earning a soft cry from Blake. "It hurts?"

"Yeah… but I fell." Blake said, making up a lie.

"You fell down on your forehead?" Michael questioned, and Blake nodded. "How did you fall down on your forehead? Your nose would be the first to hit the ground, Blake."

"Can I play with Kaneki, Uncle Mikey?" Blake questioned, changing the subject when she noticed the small cat carrier next to the couch.

Michael nodded, before Blake crawled towards the cat carrier to open the cage and letting Kaneki out. He watched Blake carefully as the dark haired girl started playing with the orange tabby kitten. First, it was not sleeping. Second, she's wetting her underwear/training diaper. Third, stealing and hiding food. Fourth, Blake's biting her friends and teacher. Fifth, unexplained bandage and her daughter eating her food in a fast pace.

Now, he's getting worried about his Blakie Bear.

Grant-Rose Trailer Home...

"Hey, Mace?" Michael called out as he walked into the Grant-Rose trailer home, before he turn around to see Blake standing outside and decided to grab her hand.

"No!" Blake cried with her eyes closed and decided to hit Michael back, before attacking his wrist with her growing children teeth.

"Ah, shit! The fuck, Blake?!" Michael shouted as he tries to remove Blake's mouth from his wrist, until the dark haired girl's teal colored eyes widened and started to realized that she'd bitten her favorite uncle. As Michael look at the small bite marks on his wrist, he can tell that Blake's teeth marks were in his skin while blood was slowly coming out. Looking back at Blake, his daughter was look up at him while showing her mouth covered with Michael's blood. "Blakesleigh Victoria Rose, what is your problem? Why did you bite me for?" He started asking questions, before Blake started crying while looking down at the floor of the living room.

"I'm sorry…" Blake cried softly.

When Michael got on his knees to be level with her, he tried to put his hands on her arms. But Blake jumped slightly, and look up at Michael with widened teal colored eyes until she pulled herself out of Michael's grasp and ran back into the shared bedroom, slamming the door shut.

As Michael stood up while looking back at the door that leads to Blake and Ethan's shared room. He decided to continue his search for Macey.

"Macey?" He called out once more, before looking around the living room and the kitchen table. There were a few beer bottles on the floor, along with an empty vanilla ice cream bucket and a empty box of Kleenex. When he reach the kitchen, there was dirty dishes in the sink along with a few of Blake's sippy cups with straws in the clean dish rack full of knives.

When he finally reached towards Macey and Carter's room, he open the door to see the red haired mother on the floor… until he noticed a used syringe with her blood on it and small wad of aluminum foil that had methamphetamine inside and on the floor, next to her expired Liberty City state driver's license.

"Macey? Macey, can you hear me?" Michael called out as he got on his knees and decided to shake the red haired mother to wake up, but the dark haired father noticed a few track marks on Macey's left arm. "Shit! Blake, come on. Your mother needs to go to the hospital!" He shouted while lifting up Macey into his arms.