This was a summons Hawke had been waiting for. It was mid day and Hawke was spending some time at the cabin working when the radio crackled to life. Tet raised his head at the noise, looked toward Hawke at the desk, and then laid his head on his paws.

"Sure, Tet, I'll get the radio. Don't bother getting up." Hawke grabbed the receiver. "Yeah, Dom."

"Michael wants to see us ASAP." Dominic's voice came over the radio, distorted.

"I'm on my way." Hawke turned off the radio, gave Tet's ears a scratch, and took off.

Forty-five minutes later, Hawke and Dominic were in Michael's office with a cup of coffee in hand.

Similar to a principal giving wronged students time to think of their punishment, Michael walked into his office five minutes later. He took his time sitting down and then when he was in his chair, let out a whoosh of air.

"Did you ask us here to watch you sit down?" Hawke asked, perturbed.

"I heard from Caitlin late last night. She got inside Dunstan's office, but his computer was password protected. Hollis Dunstan wasn't one for obvious passwords." Michael gave his desk a loud pat and continued. "Early this morning, I received word that a shipment of firearms is set to be delivered overseas illegally. The shipment will also contain medicines, food, and clothing."

"What do you want us to do?"

"If Caitlin can't find the password, I'm going to need Airwolf."

"What does the Lady have to do with this?" Dominic asked.

"The Lady has infrared and can locate the guns faster than a manual search can. It's up to Caitlin to find the password."

"That's a lot of pressure to be on someone, especially someone that's going back to a time she would rather forget."

Michael leaned forward in his chair. "Do you think Caitlin can't handle it?"

Hawke shrugged his shoulders and didn't answer. All three men sat in the room quietly until a shrill ringing phone on Michael's desk broke the quietness. Hawke and Dominic left.

"What are you thinking?" Dominic asked as he got into the driver's side of the jeep.

Hawke slid on his sunglasses and buckled his seat belt. "I think it's time we wake the Lady."

Caitlin carried the picnic basket through the foyer ignoring the gaze of the two security guards. She made a display of checking the marquee for the president's office even though she knew right where to go.

Keith was sitting at his grandfather's desk, now his own. Kyra was standing behind him pointing at something on the computer screen.

"Am I interrupting?" Caitlin asked, hoping she was.

"No, we were just handling some last minute business." He hit something on the screen and then gave her his full attention. "Is that a new purse or are you bringing lunch?"

Caitlin laughed and set the picnic basket on the desk. "I brought us lunch to apologize for leaving so abruptly the other evening. Kyra, I brought extra food if you'd like to join us."

Kyra picked up a pile of files and smiled. Her hair glowed from the sunlight coming through the windows behind her.

"I have work to do so I'll leave you both to your lunch. Keith, I'll come and get you for the meeting."

"Okay, sis." Caitlin waited until she heard Kyra close the door before she opened the basket.

"What meeting?" Caitlin asked.

"We're just having a staff meeting to make sure everyone is comfortable with Kyra and I taking over."

Caitlin unwrapped the sandwich and handed one to Keith. "And if they're not?"

Keith took a bite of the sandwich, swallowed, and then stated. "We'll give them a nice severance package and send them on their way. Enough talk about work. How are you today?"

"I'm good." She lied. Voices in her head had kept her up most of the night and she still couldn't understand them or see who was talking.

"What was your life like growing up, Keith?"

"I guess it was just like everyone else's life." He took a drink in the Styrofoam cup. "Kyra, Kallum, and I played baseball. We tried to involve Kyra in everything we did so she didn't feel left out."

"Wait." Caitlin dropped her sandwich onto the wax paper it had originally been inside. "You have a brother?"

"Had?" Keith corrected her solemnly. "Kallum was the oldest of the three of us and he died before his thirteenth birthday along with my grandmother, Adelaine, in a car accident. You never get over the loss of a child, Angela, but for my grandfather it was worse because he lost the grandson who shared his name and his wife of sixty years."

"I'm sorry, Keith. It must have been difficult." Caitlin stored the names in the back of her mind to use in the computer.

"What about you, Angela?"

"I don't remember anything about my past." She told him. "That's how I came to live with Henri."

"I'm so sorry, Angela." His voice was filled with compassion. He covered her hand with his own and Caitlin didn't pull back.

"I have flashes," She said, not lying about that. "But I can't piece them together. I know it's in there, Keith, but I can't get it out."

He squeezed the hand he had covered and smiled at her. "Don't force it, Angela. When the time is right, you will remember everything."

"I hope so," Caitlin said because she really wanted to remember her kidnapping and shooting. She felt stuck in limbo without that time.

They continued talking, neither of them worrying about time or the world outside of the office they were relaxing in.