Hanna had insisted on walking to the brew, she'd been tense the entire time, but she was trying to act natural…to loosen up. He hoped his presence helped. Hoped she knew and believed that he wouldn't let anything happen to her. He was worried about this little meeting…he knew the girls meant well but Hanna was so set on it being Rollins and he really didn't want the girls arguing with Hanna, making her feel stupid or crazy or…or..just upsetting her right now. He knew she could handle it. After everything she'd be able to handle it, it was nothing. But she shouldn't have to. As they approached the Brew, his feelings of apprehension grew and he was lost in his own thoughts. He didn't realise Spencer was there until Hanna called her name, waving the brunette over. She nodded at Caleb, who returned it. Spencer was going to be the trickiest to convince. He knew she wasn't going to let Hanna go down for this. Wasn't going to let Hanna get hurt again. But she was also practical and blunt. He tried to give her a warning look but he wasn't entirely sure it worked.

"Um…listen, Spence" Hanna started nervously and Caleb tensed.

"What is it?" Spencer asked curiously.

"I've been thinking and I uh….I think it's Rollins" she said in a rush.

"Think what is Rollins?" Spencer asked cautiously.

"The person who…who….you know" Hanna glanced around. Spencer looked at her, brows creased, for a couple of moments before comprehension dawned.

"You think Rollins is still alive? That he's…that it's really him that's been seen?" Spencer asked. Hanna nodded.

"I just…it feels like him Spence. Who else could it be?" Spencer looked at Caleb and he shot her a look. Spencer swallowed, he could see her brain working rapidly.

"Han….I think we need to consider the possibility that Rollins partner in crime could be responsible, I mean after all….they've gotta know he's dead and-" Spencer pulled open the door to the Brew.

"You don't believe me…you don't…." Hanna trailed off swallowing. Caleb put his arm around her.

"Spence….I've been thinking and I mean…the chances are slim. Sorry Han. But…stranger things have happened and with all the masked people running around Rosewood…" he trailed off meaningfully and he could see Spencer's need to comfort her friend…to be on her friends side…war with the need to be logical.

"Okaaaay…" She said slowly. "But for right now…I just think we should focus on living enemies instead of dead ones" Hanna looked away and before Spencer could say anything she was interrupted.

"What are you talking about?" Aria asked as they reached the table.

"Hanna thinks that Rollins could still be alive" Spencer said quietly. Caleb saw Aria and Emily exchange glances while Hanna was busy sitting down. He took the seat next to hers, wanting to be close in case she needed him.

"That detective told Ali, he saw a photo of Elliot Rollins in a rental car" she argued. "Last time I checked, ghosts don't show up in photographs" Caleb grabbed her hand, and was slightly surprised when Hanna squeezed it tightly. He knew she was so sure it was Rollins. Knew she didn't want to argue with her friends about it…wanted them to side with her…to agree with her. Caleb glanced at Spencer and knew Hanna wasn't going to like what she was going to say.

"Okay…we where all there that night. That man is dead. We killed him and we buried him." Caleb winced. He knew Spencer was trying to assuage Hanna's fears but she didn't have the gentlest touch. He could see Aria look at Emily, then back to Hanna. Aria seemed to be…considering the idea. "Now somebody knows, so frankly..that's bad enough without having to go all Walking Dead" Spencer tried to joke.

"She's right about the traffic cam Spence. If there's a photo of him-" Emily tried to argue.

"Yeah that could have easily been manufactured. You find a Rollins lookalike and you stick him behind the wheel of a mid size sedan. The important thing is that AD's fake-" Spencer trailed off as a bus boy neared the group to grab a dirty plate.

"Thank you" She smiled up at him. Once he was gone she resumed her speech. "AD's fake Rollins trail picks up exactly where ours left off"

"Yeah. This has to be Rollins partner in crime" Aria finally spoke up with an apologetic look at Hanna. "Mary or Jenna knows that we killed him and..they're helping cover it up" Aria said with conviction.

"You call that helping?" Hanna tried to sound calm, like her usual self, but Caleb could hear a tinge of panic. This conversation wasn't helping.

"A never does anything for free, okay. Not test scores and definitely not a cover up" Emily stated, and Caleb had to agree. This couldn't be A….could it? If it was, what the hell was the price going to be!?

The others nodded in agreement, they couldn't not. Caleb felt another squeeze on his hand as Hanna tensed.

"So…maybe, maybe his partner is helping him but….it feels like…it feels like Rollins isn't gone and…and I think it could be him..he might not have..he might not have been dead and…and…" Hanna trailed off, Emily was looking at her encouragingly and Aria and Spencer looked like they wanted to agree with her but where struggling. Emily at least had been willing to take on Hanna's thoughts. Caleb had a good idea that Hanna's fixation on it being Rollins was to do with what had happened to her in the barn….the fact she didn't feel safe and probably wouldn't in a while. When Hanna couldn't carry on Caleb did for her.

"It wouldn't be the first time someone we thought was dead…wasn't" Caleb finished. "Look after Hanna talked to me about it…while the chances are slim" Caleb stressed again, trying to be diplomatic "I thought….the dude liked masks right? So what if it wasn't Rollins, what if it was someone else and they where wearing a Rollins mask?" Caleb argued. Hanna smiled at him gratefully and Caleb knew it was worth the look Spencer was giving him. The look that said she had no idea why he was going along with this when it was clearly ridiculous.

"….none of us…really looked at his…" Aria gestured at her own face. Emily nodded in agreement.

"All I'm saying is..it's a thought"

"I know I sound-"

"Don't say it Hanna" Caleb warned her. He wouldn't have her bringing that up in front of her friends. She wasn't crazy. She didn't sound crazy. There where…possibilities they where just slim compared to the other options.

"You have a point" Spencer started. "But it seems the unlikeliest of the options Han. Although a mask could have been used for that photo" Spencer said thoughtfully. The idea had crossed his mind but he was determined to be supportive of Hanna and not give Spencer ammunition to shoot down her idea.

"I say…we don't rule anything out. However unlikely..however…slim the chances. Nothing is impossible. We should know that by now" Emily said and Caleb looked at her gratefully. Before they could discuss it more the door opened, and Caleb glanced to the side. It wasn't like the place was packed after all, and he was on alert. He heard one of the girls gasp. He didn't react at all. Well. I should have known this was coming. Bring it on Alison. I can tell you to your face that I did not give a damn when I handed it over.

"Is that?" he heard Hanna whisper.

"Yes it is" Aria whispered back. Alison strode over to the group wearing a red jacket. A red jacket Caleb had last seen when he'd dumped it outside the Lost Woods resort.

"Ali…where did you get that jacket?" Emily asked.

"It was a gift. From AD" She did not look impressed. Caleb watched as her gaze strayed to Hanna. Watched as Hanna looked away guiltily. Hell no. I will not have her making Hanna feel guilty. It was my decision. Not hers. She had nothing to do with it.

"I thought you where supposed to be my friends" she hissed. He watched as the girls all looked away guiltily.

Caleb stood up, blocking Hanna from her accusing gaze.

"Hey. I'm the one that handed that jacket over, you have a problem you take it up with me" Caleb said, barely keeping the anger out of his voice. He felt Hanna grab for the hand he'd dropped and try to tug him back down. Alison turned to him.

"It was you?" She sneered.

"Yeah. And I'd do it again. You know why?" He paused and she raised an eyebrow at him. "Because your psychotic husband was going to kill Hanna. I wasn't going to let that happen"

"And you let him?" She looked around the other girls. "You decided Hanna's life was worth more than mine?" Caleb heard Hanna inhale and he glanced behind to see tears fill her eyes. He wasn't sure exactly why the comment had upset her. But it had.

"No. You don't get to be angry. You where safely locked up in Welby. Hanna was being held God knows where, freezing cold, terrified…she was being tortured again and again to find out who killed your damn sister. She wouldn't even have been here if it wasn't for you and your insistence that your psychopath of a sister be let free." Caleb was breathing hard.

"Caleb-" Hanna started.

"No Hanna." He turned back to Alison. "Hanna has suffered a hell of a lot more than you have, and quite frankly…it's your fault. Your sister. Your husband. You. It always comes back to you. You don't get to be angry that I decided to look out for Hanna. That I saved her. Ever since she got back she's put your wellbeing before her own. She was the only one who knew how dangerous your husband was. She killed him to save you. So don't you dare there stand there, angry that she's alive because you had to suffer a little bit. It was nothing compared to what she went through. How dare you stand there and make her feel guilty for being rescued…for being alive." Caleb snarled.

"Caleb-" Hanna tried again. He could see Spencer move her head as if she was going to nod but then thought better of it when she saw Alison's face. Aria wouldn't even look at Alison, she was focused on Hanna, and had reached out to try and comfort her. Emily was too busy staring at Alison with guilt written all over her face. If he wasn't so damn angry he'd have rolled his eyes at her.

"It's okay Hanna. We're leaving. We're done here. How you can be friends with someone…protect someone who quite clearly would rather you had died than she have to suffer even a little bit…I don't know. You're clearly a better person than she is" Caleb tugged on Hanna's hand, pulling her to her feet.

"Hanna I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like-" Alison started. Spencer cut her off.

"Yeah. You kinda did. So we where just supposed to let Hanna be murdered?" Spencer asked. Alison started to reply but Caleb didn't hang around to listen. Holding on tightly to Hanna's hand he gently pulled her out of the coffee shop, leaving Spencer to handle it, before turning and heading for home.

"Caleb….Caleb stop!" Hanna pulled on his hand. He whirled round to face her, pulling her in to his arms and against his chest. "It's…it's okay Caleb" Hanna said quietly, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.

"No. It's not. She….she said….she…"

"I don't think she meant it…."

"I don't care. You nearly died. You where….you where.." Caleb couldn't finish the sentence. He wasn't sure how long they stood like that, him holding Hanna tightly, her telling him it's okay over and over again. But it seemed like hours. He couldn't make himself let go. Couldn't pull away. Alison…her saying that….it had brought everything rushing back. The fear….terror that he wouldn't be in time, that they wouldn't be able to save her. That she'd be gone. Gone before he could fix things. Gone before he could…he could….

Thoughts rushed through his head. Never seeing her smile again. Laugh again. Never hold her again. He tightened his hold. Hanna just stood there, murmuring to him. He felt like an ass. He was supposed to be the one comforting Hanna, looking after her. Not the other way round. Hanna needed him to be strong. But he couldn't block out the thoughts…memories.

"Hanna's life has more value than mine."

Hanna hanging limply from ropes, not responding no matter how much he called her to her.

"This isn't happening….she's dead."

Stroking a cool, waxy cheek. Hanna looking like she was asleep…

"You have 24 hours to give me Charlotte's real killer or Hanna dies."

Panic giving way to determination. Then to panic again at the enormity of the task.

"Everything you need to cover up a murder."

A van being filled with supplies. A suspiciously heavy bag.

"It absorbs the smell of death."

Hours ticking down to minutes. Minutes ticking down to seconds. No word from Hanna. Silence.

"I kept crying for help….crying for….you guys and for….for…..for Caleb"

Hanna choking on sobs.

"I kept wishing Caleb would come and….and….and save me but he didn't"

Hanna's tear filled voice kept echoing through his head…everything she'd suffered….he's inability to save her….to stop it all. And Alison had stood there, acting all pissy because she'd been locked in Welby. Caleb didn't realise he was crying until he felt one of Hanna's hands gently wipe the part of his face she could reach. "Caleb, it's okay. I'm okay" Hanna whispered again. He buried his face in her neck. It wasn't okay. It would never be okay.