She was different when she woke up.

She'd held his hand and answered their questions. She'd gone on about the fish. She'd touched the soft petals of the flowers and given him a Jordan smile.

But in the end she'd just been different.

Now, she sat rigidly on the couch blinking at her book. She stiffened when he sat beside her. Woody flashed back to a night outside her door years ago when he'd gone to kiss her and she'd plastered herself to the wall.

"What?" She looked at him nervously. So much for the girl who'd clung to him less than a week ago.

"Nothing." He exhaled slowly, scooting further back on the couch, turning the remote in his hand before turning on the television.

"This book makes our childhood's look like Ozzie and Harriet." She turned to him, lifting the book.

"Yeah?" Woody asked cautiously.

"Oh yeah.." She grinned, the laps into silence.

Her childhood. Woody thought about the mirror and the first time he'd seen it broken. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye.

"You're staring."

"I'm watching." He said weakly, pointing towards the TV set.

"Yeah me."

"Jordan.. I.." Woody stopped, rubbing his face with his hands.

"My heads not going to fall off."

"Yeah sure."

"I'm so sick of people looking at me like-."

"Like you're about to fall on the floor and have a completely unexpected seizure?"

"Touché."

"I just don't know what I'm supposed to..."

"Egg shells." She whispered to herself.

"What?"

"Nothing." She smiled faintly. He starred at her for a few minutes.

"Kay."

He turned his attention back to the TV.

He closed his phone and turned to look at her, his heart slipped when he saw her.

His body tilted towards her, stumbling internally over his need to hold her and her obvious need for space. He remembered the hallway.

She muttered about being tired, he watched her walk away before flopping down on the couch and scratched his head forcefully with both hands.

His eyes fell on her book, he picked it up slowly, opening it to the place she'd stopped.

For the next few days, I continued to live my lie, protecting my secret. In group therapy when I have to confront my suicidal feelings I did my best to ad-lib…I tried to recall lines from every TV movie I'd seen.

Woody brushed his fingers over the page before closing the book and leaning back against the couch.

When he rushed through the door she was back.

Just as quickly as she'd gone she was back. Standing there facing him with Jordan intensity, worried about Bug.

Kaitlyn made her way to the door. Woody tried not to look surprised when Jordan thanked her. He tried not to look hurt when Kate said she'd had a good time, his eyes falling on the cards.

"Is he okay?"

"We don't know."

"Woody!" She stomped her foot and Woody's lips twitched into a grin. She was back. "What?"

"Let's sit down." He said softly, cupping her bicep and leading her to the couch. She sat down next to him, her knees brushing his. "He's been picked up by homeland security. They're holding him. They won't let Garrett see him." She opened her mouth to protest and Woody put up his hand. "He and Walcott are on it though .Jordan please stay calm."

"I.. I.." She shook her head frantically. "What else can go wrong?"

"What else is wrong?" Woody asked cautiously, lowering his eyes to hers. He watched a familiar distant look start to cloud into them. "Please don't say nothing." He whispered.

"I've… been.." She pressed her lips together, tears slipping out of her eyes.

"Hey.." He said softly reaching out with his other hand and gripping her other shoulder. He forgot to worry about her moving away, but he still sighed in relief when she didn't. "Jordan talk to me."

"I've been hallucinating." She breathed. "Kate thinks it's because of the medication. We tweaked it but.. what if it's not? What if its-?"

"Then we'll deal with that when we get there." He soothed, rubbing his hand down her back. "We'll deal with it Jordan. Okay?"

"Okay." She snuggled into him. "What does Renee say?"

"I don't know. She's trying Jordan." He breathed, fingering her hair.

"Nigel must be-."

"Nigel's having a bad week." He muttered.

"Aren't we all." She sniffed, Woody kissed her forehead.

"You talk to Garrett? About the medication?" He felt her shake her head no. "We need to. I'll call him later." She nodded, moving her hand to his and lacing their fingers together. "You had a good time with Switzer huh?"

"Stop."

"Playing five card?" He asked playfully.

"Woody.." She moaned.

"You guys play truth or dare? Braid each others hair?" She shoved him. "I'm just saying.. I was here all morning and-."

She silenced him with her lips in a quick kiss, laying the side of her head against his cheek.

"So.." He whispered a few seconds later.

"Woody I swear to you if you ask me if I did that to Kate I will never-."

Hoyt laughed, pulling her back against his chest tightly.

She was back.