I have not been able to gain ownership of Kitty, Sherlock or Joan. I will let you know when I do. Until further notice: I only own Ty and hsi awesome fam. :)

Kitty couldn't remember what had happened. All she remembered was being at club and having a good drink. She couldn't recall anything after that. She tried to open her eyes, but they were sealed shut. She tried to reach up with her hands to open them, but found her hands were restrained. Kitty began breathing heavily.

Where was she? Was she alone? Were those footsteps? Who else was there? What happened?

The door opened and she whimpered a bit. She heard a voice and tried to get away.

Suddenly, she was standing in the corner of the room. She saw a red-head who looked quite a bit like her on the floor. She had tape over her eyes and her hands were bound. Kitty wanted to run, she wanted to hide, she wanted to cry, but her body wouldn't let her. She looked at the girl on the floor closer. The girl was her.

How am I in two places at once? What's going on?

She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned her head to see Sherlock beside her.

"Sherlock!" she exclaimed quietly. "You're back."

"I never left," he said simply.

Then he vanished.

Kitty bolted upright, panting. She was in a pool of cold sweat, having just woken up from a nightmare.

"It's okay, Kitty," she assured herself. "It was just a bad dream. Just a bad dream."

But, no matter how she tried to comfort herself, she couldn't help but feel as if she were seven again. She was scared and alone. She desperately wanted to snuggle up in Tyler's arms again, but didn't want to bother him. Kitty instead glanced over at the clock.

3:56

Kitty groaned and flopped back down, and was welcomed to an unpleasant wet feeling. She sighed and pried herself out of bed. She considered getting some milk and trying to go back to sleep, but knew deep down that doing that would not do anything. So she decided to just get back up.

So, Kitty pried herself out of bed, wrapped the dressing gown Tyler had gotten for her around herself, slipped on the slippers Tyler had put out for her and crept down the stairs. She grabbed some paper and a pencil and made herself comfortable on the couch.

Kitty pulled a blanket over herself and then used her feet to pry her slippers off. She then reached over and turned the lamp on. The dim light lit up the room, illuminating off the paper. Kitty picked up the pencil and twirled it in between her fingers. She wondered what she should draw or write on the piece of paper.

Kitty remembered her dream and decided to try composing a letter to Sherlock. So she began.

Dear Sherlock,

Kitty stopped. What should she write? Should she tell him about her dream? Should she even be writing a letter to him? After all, she had only left him yesterday. It was a little early. And yet, she longed to be by his side again. She couldn't explain it, but around him, she felt safe, she felt secure, she felt loved, she felt home.

Kitty felt the tears burning in her eyes for the umpteenth time in the past hours, and, like every other time, she forced them back; she brushed away her emotion. She decided to try the letter.

Kitty tried many things in the letter. She tried telling him about her dream. She tried telling him how much she already missed him. She tried telling him that she wished he could have come with her. She tried telling him so many things. But, no matter how she wrote them, they just didn't sound right.

She did this for hours. Each time she screwed up, she tore the paper off and dumped it on the couch beside her. It was like a letter-writing scene in a movie. Kitty actually snickered at that thought. It was the first time she had actually felt remotely happy in over 48 hours. She then came up with the perfect things to write, and spent the next hour writing it all down.

Kitty finished just as the sun was peeking over the horizon. Exhaustion took over Kitty and she was asleep in minutes.

Jemima woke up about a half-hour after Kitty fell asleep on the couch and she got up. She had a shower and got dressed and then went downstairs. The first thing she saw was Kitty zonked out on the couch. Jemima smiled to herself when she saw all the scrunched up pieces of paper.

Jemima then collected up all the scraps and threw them away. She saw the letter Kitty had been writing and decided to envelope it for her. She then placed it on Kitty's lamp. She turned the lamp off and prepared breakfast. But, before doing so, she went into the garage to check it Tyler had ever come back. He hadn't.

Kitty awoke again an hour later to the smell of pancakes. Kitty smiled weakly before opening her eyes. She remembered the night before in vivid detail and looked around for the paper, pencil and paper scraps. They weren't there.

What was there was an envelope, sealed, with a post-it note on the back that said: "Good morning, dear. I see you had a busy night writing this letter! The letter you wrote is inside. You just fill the details out and post it."

Kitty smiled a bit bigger and pulled herself off the couch and followed the smell of the pancakes. Jemima grinned when she saw her.

"Good morning, dear!" she greeted chirpily. "Rough night?"

Kitty nodded.

"Well, some pancakes will make you feel better," Jemima said. "Eat."

Kitty thanked her and munched on the pancakes quietly. Jemima soon sat down and had a few herself. Both women ate in silence until they heard the pitter patter of Chelsea's feet coming down the stairs.

"'Morning, mama!" Chelsea greeted. "'Morning, Kitty!"

"Hi," Kitty said shortly.

"Hello, sweetie," her mother said. "Would you like some pancakes?"

Chelsea nodded eagerly, so her Jemima made her some pancakes, which she devoured like she hadn't had a meal in three weeks. After finishing her breakfast, Chelsea spoke up.

"Where's daddy?"

Kitty gave Jemima a look that said, "yeah, where is Ty?"

"He left last night," Jemima said, collecting up the dishes. "He didn't come back."

"Is daddy okay?"

"He will be," Jemima assured the little girl. "He'll be back."

Kitty knew he had left because of her. She knew that he had always been caring and didn't like to see his friends suffer. She knew that he had lost it and ran because of what she had been through, because of her past. The happiness and peace Kitty had finally gained earlier dissipated.

She got up, got dressed, wrote down the details and went to post her letter. Once it was posted, she went off searching for Tyler to see if she couldn't talk some sense into him. But partway through her search, she decided against it. She didn't want to bother Tyler with her troubles anymore.

So, Kitty went back to Tyler's place and shut herself in the guest room. She packed her bags and left a note thanking Tyler and his family for their hospitality. She left it on the bedside table, without an explanation of why she was leaving.

She then opened the window and chucked her luggage down carefully. It landed with a soft thud. She wasn't particularly worried about Tyler's wife catching her – she had taken Chelsea to her swimming lesson.

Kitty climbed out the window, picked up her luggage, and did exactly what she had done five years ago, and what Tyler had done the night before. She ran.

Okay, so my hands gained a mind of their own, and landed on this. I will try to regain control of my hands, and bring you all to a happy ending (eventually).