She didn't regret her decision she had made last night. Her fears about being together with him again had vanished, after their conversation, after he had shown her his feelings, after he didn't blame her doing the same. In somehow she didn't care much about her career. She had realized that she didn't want to leave earth and nobody cares, as nobody cares after Neil had left. She had realized the value of having someone who really loves you, who really cares whether you was fine or not, someone who knows your quirks and although hating them, loves you for them. A career at NASA never could give her all that, all the warmth, the heart, the comfort, the shelter. Only he could, because he understood her. He knew every single fibre of her and she knew every single fibre of him. Her fear of being a couple again became stupid in front of this background. He was the one she wanted to spend every second of her life with and the fact that this might last not longer then a few years, made her decision being the best she ever had made.

He woke up, turning to her, kissing her, ginning when he saw that she returned the kiss.

"Darling how about some breakfast?" He asked her in a gentle and soft voice. This voice assured none of his hundreds playmates ever had heard. She knew that, because this voice revealed more of his inside he ever would show someone he only wanted to have a nice little fuck with. What they had was more.

"That would be great." He got up and she waited for him.

"And what do you think?" She began the conversation about the topic they had driven away last night.

"I don't know. It is obviously that he doesn't remember me. It doesn't make sense to bother him if he even has no inkling who we are." This sounded hard. They had missed this cheeky monkey for so long and now he seemed to be that close but although that far away that they could never reach him.

"But maybe we can find out, what caused this memory loss. I mean isn't it strange that he only had forgotten us?"

"Yeah, more than strange, but what shell we do?" She saw how it hurt him that he might have lost this friend for the rest of his life.

"And what about his parents? We should inform Chuck." It was not fair if they didn't give him the slightest chance to talk to his youngest again. And what about Paige? She had trouble to believe that she was that indifferent about her youngest disappearance. It wouldn't match to her. She nearly had died of sadness and desperation when Marc had left this one night. This couldn't be different this time.

"Do you really think that this is a good idea? If he wanted to talk to his parents or see them, he would have given them a call, he would have told them where he was, what he obviously hasn't done yet. I don't think that this would any help." 'Could you pleas switch of your hate and start to think like the objective scientist you are?'

"But did you ever thought of how hard this must be for his parents?" she tried to make him understand the other side of this parents-son-fight.

"Angela did Chucky ever seemed sad to you after Neil had left? Did he ever complain about that he wasn't there anymore?" Kurt nearly began to scream. Family really was his sore point. Maybe because he never had a real family? But when she began to think about who had a real family? Sarah had divorced from Paul and now fought for Corry's custody, her own father had betrayed her mother and ruined a nice family life, and Kurt's situation hadn't been different with the difference that his mother left and he had quite a good relationship to his father and then there was Neil and his family tragedy. No, no real holly family in sight.

"Sorry Kurt, but I just can't believe that Paige feels the same as Chuck. Eventually she is his mother. She must have feelings for him and not only feelings of rage."

"Are you talking about this mother-child-connection? Do you really think in a time of abortion this really exists? In a time in which women immolate the child for the career?" 'Oh, now I know what this all is about, but not with me buster.'

"Okay, I know what you mean, but this situation had been a bit more difficult at the point of time. You weren't there and I had no idea if I ever would see you again. I had no other chance, because if you never had come back, I would have sat there alone with a child and no securities. It just wasn't possible for me and it had NOTHING to do with my career, got it?" She screamed the last sentences, slammed her hand on the table and wanted to leave. What in hell's name had let her to the assumption that things might have changed? That Kurt might have changed and that she might share her life with this bloody asshole of idiot?

"Angela, wait." he grabbed her wrist.

"It wasn't meant…I mean, I wasn't thinking about you in this moment." He started to explain her.

"But it hurts. Kurt it hurts so badly, because it had been the worse decision in my life and there is no day I'm not regretting it, but I can't make it undone." Again she felt how tears build in her eyes. He took her into his arms.

"I know Darling, I know." What had gotten into her? She couldn't answer this question. It was as if she couldn't hold back all these secrets between them anymore, all these secrets which probably had destroyed their life as a happy couple.

"Maybe we can start again and I promise you I'll never leave you, I'll never leave you alone with such a huge responsibility."

"But…"

"No but, only trust me. You can do that I know, you only have to allow yourself to lay yourself into my trust."

"I'll try me best, but it's not as easy."

"Then we have to start slow. Two steps forward and one back." These words said by a man who usually wanted all at once. For her he would start being slow?

They had tried to find Neil, but it seemed to be impossible. He was vanished, as he had this night. They went back to Texas, without having any success. Okay, what was meant by success? 'I have won back my love and we're ready for each other. Well, thanks I'm fine; no I couldn't be any better!' Okay, the thing with Neil had been a bit sad, but she had tried to explain to Kurt that he really might have played a role. Maybe Neil had made a cut, not caring for their five year mission, his friends his parents. Kurt had become angry because, according to him, this was the worse and lousiest way to piss off. 'Wow, since when had he started to swear? I always thought this was my job.' She had calmed him down. Explaining that it might be related to the way Chuck and Paige had treated him. That he needed this gap to cope with all these negligence and fights. That he needed this gap to cope with all these reproaches and Chuck's rough hand. Yes, she knew that he slapped his youngest when he didn't work as his father had wanted him to, but she also knew that Neil had reached a point he didn't care about that either.

And what about these teenagers? The police had found the murderer. It had been a crazy psychopath who had liked to torture his victims in an ugly manner of way, nothing about Sentients, synthetics or Cadre. In conclusion they had reached nothing. Yes, he was missing. With him they maybe earlier had found out that they had been wandering on a wrong track in this case. Yes, she still missed this cheeky monkey and the fact that he ignored them hurt. 'What the hell do we have to do with him and his family? I can understand that he hates and ignores them, but us? We haven't done anything.' And maybe this was the point. They really hadn't done anything. They hadn't done anything to help him in this situation. They hadn't given him any support, even not then, when Chuck had started to fold his son flat in front of them. Nobody ever had tried to stop Chuck. Sure, this had been their mistake. Thinking he would cope with it anyway. Not thinking that once he might reach his limit and than just break free from all these chains, keeping him.

They had decided to meet in the diner again. They waited for Sarah and Chuck to come. Sarah was first, with a big fad smile on her face, they never had seen before. Today she really seemed to be happy and satisfied. 'If I could be that way, if I'd knew that my son was going to die?', Angela thought.

"Hallo all together." She greeted them and took a seat in front of Angela.

"Okay, what has happened that you're so happy theses days?" Angela went like a bull at a gate.

"Cory has a stomach flu." She answered cheering. 'What pills did she take today?'

"And this is enough reason for you being that happy?" She asked.

"Oh yeah. It means that he has no gastro-intestinal tumour, so no cancer."

"Uhm…I don't wanna destroy all your hopes, but what makes you that sure about this?" Kurt kept on.

"First of all, in old timeline he already had shown symptoms, but in this one not and then I let him test and they said there were no tumour cells and no other signs that he once might get them."

"Wow, then we hope he stays healthy." Angela said.

"And now the best thing: Paul can't take away Cory from me and my chances for receiving the custody are getting better and better." She sounded enthusiastic. No wonder, all her fears and suffering for lose from her. She wouldn't lose her son.

"And how did you manage that?" Angela asked her. It was visible that Sarah would have liked to talk about that to the whole world.

"I went to a psychologist and talked to her. She came to the conclusion that my fears concerning Cory are related to my job. You know reporting about all these scary and bad news. So she said that, if I'd quit my job as news anchor it would get better. And that's what I did. I went to Troy, told him to give my job to this little blonde bitch and give me some reports for the pillow news. And that's it."

"So you're going to make a thoroughly impression to the judge." He concluded.

"Yes, I do." She answered, still smiling.

The door of the diner was opened and Chuck entered, but he wasn't alone.