Kim handed a plate to her brother Kevin. They had been washing the dishes in silence since the end of dinner. They were nearly done when Kevin spoke, "Thank you for the pen and pencil set. They're beautiful and probably won't snap in half like my old ones."

"Dad gave the old ones to you right? When you turned eighteen I think?" Kevin nodded as he dried a knife. "Do you still have the wooden car Dad gave you? Does he still get on you about not having solved it?"

Kevin thought a moment while wiping the moisture from a fork. "Of course he does. And I think that Mary and John try to figure out how to get it open now and then, why?"

Kim shrugged as she turned off the water and wiped her hands on a towel, "I gave my truck to Henry, as a present I mean."

Kim realized that Kevin was staring at her and turned to face him. "What did I say?"

Kevin put a hand on Kim's forehead. "You've spent our whole life tryin' to get it open, you just gave it away?"

Kim shrugged and removed Kevin's hand from her head, "He'll figure it out. It will be a challenge to him, and I think sometimes he's not challenged enough."

Kevin crossed his arms over his chest, "You love him, after, what, only a year?"

Kim tilted her head to one side, "And how long did it take you to fall in love with your daughter Mary, or your son John?"

Kevin paused, "Ah, okay, good point. What are you doing here? You should be there, you want to be there. So be there. Kerry will tell you if she doesn't want you to be there, but don't make the decision for her little sis. That's not fair to either of you."

Kim stared at her brother. "Will you tell Mom and Dad I'll be back for some pie later?"

"Tomorrow, I'll tell her you'll be back tomorrow, for either pie or a shoulder to cry on."

Kim kissed Kevin on the cheek, "Thank you little bro."

Kerry stood at the nurses' station on the surgical floor. A voice called to her from by the elevators. "Hey, you Doc. Takin' a bus man's holiday?"

"Nope. Just here for a minute." Kerry turned with a half smile, "So, Mr. Thirty-Eight, does you hair still stand up at odd times Brady?"

He got to the desk stopped next to Kerry. "Only when I think shocking thoughts." He engulfed the much shorter woman in a hug, then stepped back. "So, what's this I hear about a guy giving you trouble?"

Kerry sighed, "I just had this conversation with Carlos. I can take care of myself Brady."

"Yeah, but he's just an EMT." Kerry rolled her eyes as Brady continued, "Seriously, you should be with your son and daughter. Why are you here?"

Kerry sighed, "Vicky Donovan, the night you got your little shock. She called me. She..."

Brady cut Kerry off, "She's my sister. Vicky Brady Donovan. You're here, she asked you to come in to be here when they take Sean off the machines?" Kerry nodded, "He's.. he was a good man."

Kerry sighed, "What the hell happened?" She put Sean's paper chart back, "I thought he was doing well?"

Brady shook his head, "It didn't last long. The pressure... and I believe he then had a stroke as well, and..." Kerry and Brady stopped at the door to Sean's room and looked in. "You don't have to do this. Vicky has me. Our parents are on their way as well."

Kerry stared into the room, "I need to do this when Vicky was simply the woman who brought me Sandy... now I find that she's your sister. That sort of makes us family right?"

Brady smiled sadly, "Yes, it does. Are you ready?"

"Never. You?"

"As I'll ever be." He pushed through the door, "Vicky."