"So," Dylan said as he sat down with a sigh, "you tried it again then." Beka looked away. Dylan picked up the empty jar from his pocket.

"Overdose? I wish we'd have thought of that." His face softened. "But you did change your mind, didn't you?" She didn't reply. "Why?"

"I realised it wasn't really what I wanted," Beka said in a quiet voice. Dylan frowned.

"What do you mean?" She sobbed quietly.

"I want things to get better. I want the flash cravings to go away. I want everyone to stop hating me. I want everything to be what it used to be like." Dylan's eyes widened.

"Beka, we don't hate you! None of us hate you. If anything, we don't know what to do with ourselves because we love you so much." Beka shook her head.

"That's not true. If that was true you wouldn't have treated me like a stranger, avoided me like the plague. Killing myself seemed like the only option to get away from it all. The life I'm living right now...it's not worth living." Dylan grabbed her shoulders.

"Maybe not, but it will get better Beka. I think you know that, or you'd have gone through with killing yourself. But you didn't." Beka looked away and shook her head.

"I wish I could tell you it'll never happen again," she mumbled, "but I can't." Dylan sighed.

"Well, then you leave me no choice." She looked up at him, distressed.

"What do you mean?" He looked down at his feet.

"Rebekah Valentine, I hereby take you in custody for being a threat to yourself. You will be released to go back to your normal life when I deem you ready to. You'll be staying in med bay for the time being, we'll work out somewhere where you can have some privacy. You'll be having daily counselling sessions with Rommie, which are compulsary, however if you feel you require more that'll be arranged. Trance will see to your needs and you can have as many visitors as you want." He paused. "I'm sorry Beka, but I can't let you go out and attempt suicide again." Her eyes were wide with fury.

"You can't do this! I'm my own person, you have no right to keep me here!" Dylan shook his head.

"Maybe I don't, but until you find an army to stop me, you're staying." He went over to Trance.

"I think Beka's a bit upset now," he whispered, not wanting her to hear. Trance looked up at him.

"I know she can't see that now," she said assuringly, "but it is for the best."