"Did you bring the passport and other stuff I told you to?'

"Yeah, as a back up…but I didn't have to use them, there still in my car." Keith looked at his daughter as though he feared for her mental health.

"No they're not. Go check now!"

She wasn't really dead. Oh my God, she lied to me about everything. "My name is Kelly Jefferson… Jeffery Henderson." She screwed up. If she was his wife she would have said her name is Kelly Henderson…not a rendition of her husband's first name. She planned the whole thing thinking that I wouldn't figure it out until she was out of the country. But why tell the lies? The man did seem like he was going to…why did he do that if he wasn't the rapist. What's with all those pictures in the closet? Why did he stop like someone had stabbed him when I said two months pregnant? That wouldn't have stopped most rapists.

Keith rushed back in the room with confusion taking over her features. "How did you know they wouldn't be there, Veronica?"

She then took the next half hour to explain to them the why everything exactly happened. She felt Logan's entire body tighten at the part of the story where the man almost raped her. Keith immediately got to making several phone calls to try to stop the woman…whoever she really is…from leaving the country and to have her arrested. About an hour later the phone rang from an old friend of Keith's in the sheriff's department to let them know that the man had been positively identified as Jeffery Henderson. It was his house that Veronica had been taken to both times she was kidnapped. He worked as a gardener at Hearst, but couldn't have been the rapist. He was seen by four people working at the time the last rape occurred and was also seen around the time another had happened in a bar downtown by one of the cops that worked in the department.

Why was that man taking pictures of me and all those other girls if he's not the rapist? Why would he almost do that to me if he wasn't the rapist?

Logan could almost see the million and a half wheels turning like crazy in Veronica's head. Personally, he couldn't care less who either of them were or what they did as long as they wouldn't be hurting Veronica again. But he knew that wasn't how his girlfriend's mind worked, on the other hand. She had to solve the mystery completely. But not tonight. Tonight they were both way too tired and Veronica still way to beaten up. She hadn't had hardly any rest in two days. He nudged her in an attempted to snap her out of her own head for a moment.

"You should sleep."

"Actually I'm kind of hungry. I kind of missed lunch and dinner the last couple days."

Her dad jumped up, feeling guilty that it hadn't crossed his mind already. "I'll go get some take out. You want Mexican or Italian?"

"Either." She couldn't care less what she ate…right now she could eat an entire cow.

Mr. Mars smiled and left, entrusting his daughter in Logan's care until he came back and making that clear to Logan with the look he shot at him.

Veronica thought about discussing something important with him for a moment, but then thought better of it. She would rather want until Logan had more time to think about what it was that she was going to tell him. So instead she only kissed him for a while and let him kiss her back. It didn't go any farther than that, her father could walk back in at any minute. But they enjoyed each other none the less.

"You know, you really need to stop getting yourself kidnapped like that Veronica. I think your dad almost had a heart attack and I haven't been so terrified since that night Cassidy almost shot you on the roof."

"I'll try to keep that in mind next time I consider having myself kidnapped." She joked.

But Logan wasn't in a joking mood. "Seriously Veronica. You scared me. I don't know what I'd do if something really happened to you one day. You're the most important person in the world to me."

Veronica smiled sweetly and hugged him tightly. "I love you too, Logan." She whispered into his ear.

He tried to stay mad, but couldn't bring himself to do so. "I do love you." He let out a deep breath and sighed. "Just try to be more careful."

"I will." They started up kissing again just as her dad walked in and cleared his throat loudly in an attempt to make it stop. They quickly did so and Veronica got out of Logan's lap and sat next to him instead.

"I got your favorite. He pulled the Mexican food out of the bag and sat it on the coffee table. Logan reached to get his share but as soon as Veronica smelled it she slapped her hand to her mouth and ran to the bathroom, nauseous from the smell. She was still a little green tinted in the face when she came back and decided against eating anything after all. It worried Keith and Logan, but they figured it was from her nerves or the fact that she had not been taken very good care of lately physically. She laid down on the couch as they wolfed down their late dinners.

Keith surprised everyone by actually asking Logan to stay over that night…on the couch of course. Just as an extra means of protection for Veronica. Logan eagerly complied. As tired as Veronica was that night, she didn't get any sleep, just like the other two people in the house. They didn't for fear something would, again, happen to Veronica and Veronica for all the million thoughts running through her head. About the kidnapper and the strangeness of the case, about Logan and her, about the thing she had to tell Logan, about the craziness of her life in general. There was no way she would shut her eyes once that night…nope…she wouldn't fall asleep, she wouldn't let herself….

She was in the freezer again, crying, screaming. Logan was outside. She knew he was…but he couldn't get her out. He was trying. Aaron had shot her dad. He was dead. Smoke leaked into the freezer somehow until she couldn't breathe. Cassidy's voice kept chanting over and over again "You're alone. You'll always be alone. It's your fault. Their all dead, you know. You're dead too, now." Veronica looked down at her own body and suddenly she wasn't in the freezer anymore, she was back at Shelly Pomeroy's party. Cassidy had her held down, but now she was awake. Logan walked in and his face was full of anger…at her. He slammed the door shut and left and didn't help her. She saw the plane blow up but this time her dad was in it. She somehow saw the plane very well with her dad's fingers frantically scratching against the glass as the plane blew up. Cassidy turned into Aaron and he smiled at her evilly as he bashed Lilly's head in. She felt hands on her and tried to jerk away, panicked.

"Veronica, Veronica. Wake up." Her whole body jumped up into a sitting position and was immediately taken into a warm pair of arms. It was Logan. He was holding her now.

"Are you ok?" He whispered into her ear.

She nodded.

It was too dark to see his face. "Was it about today?"

"No. Just about some things that happened a long time ago. I'm fine. Thank you."

He held onto her for another moment and then began to leave. But she caught his hand and stopped him. "Stay in here with me for a while?" She lifted her comforter as a gesture for him to climb in with her. He did and took hold of her tightly, as if he were afraid of something. He didn't fall asleep and it took her over an hour to again. He stayed in her bed with her until it got light outside and he began to fear her dad waking up soon and getting angry at them. Then he quietly went back to his place on the couch.