Walker slowly stood up and ever so gradually made his way to the kitchen where on the counter sat several bottles of his medication. Next to the bottles sat a packet where he jotted down his food, liquid and medication for the day, a way for him to keep track of everything he had to do. He wrote down the Ensure then began to get his medication read which meant crushing the pills and throwing them in water. He didn't want to take the pills, but if he didn't he would have one miserable night. As of late, he didn't get much sleep which meant a seizure could happen any hour or day.

After he took his medication he made his way to the downstairs bathroom where he rinsed his mouth with a dental hygienic rinse. He had to do this after he had anything to eat other then water. Once that was done he opened his mouth slightly to see the many wires that held his jaw together. He had his jaw wired once before, but nothing like this. It appeared this time his entire jaw was held inside a cage of sorts. He could barely see where he was missing three front teeth and knew that he was missing two molars as well. Not only was he missing teeth, but inside his mouth were several cracked ones which left him in pain nearly all the time, especially when he drank.

He studied himself in the mirror, ashamed at what he saw. His head was still shaved showing him the many scars from the attack, one tracing across his entire hairline from the brain surgery to remove blood clots. It was hard for him to imagine that he had someone operating on his brain just a few months ago. Then there was his right eye which slightly drooped, another reminder of the attack. He traced the scar on his left cheek which hampered with his beard growth. No hair grew on that part of his face which meant he could never hide it.

He took a deep breath then gently rubbed his thin face. "It's going to take awhile for me to get back into shape."

His eyes dropped from the mirror at the sound of his slurred voice. He caught a glance at the deep indention in his throat where the trachea tube sat for nearly two months. It was just beginning to heal over, however the area was still slightly sensitive and the skin rather thin. When not at home, he wore a thick bandage to prevent any injury.

Tomorrow will be the first day he will see many of the Rangers he worked with for the first time since his attack. What would they say about his appearance? He knew exactly what they would say, but they could be lying. He didn't look well at all, in fact he looked deathly ill. Why couldn't he put weight on? What was his problem?

Very slowly he lifted his shirt to see the scars on his chest, stomach and side, but what worried him the most was his visible ribs. It looked as though he was starving himself. He quickly pulled his shirt down as Alex's soft steps made their way towards the bathroom.

"Hey sweetie, everything going okay?" She gave him a hug then kissed him on the cheek.

"Yeah, I'm okay." He turned around to give her a hug back. "I'm going to get to bed. I need to get some sleep. I'll see ya in a little bit."

As Alex watched her husband walk off she couldn't help but to worry about Walker. Ever since he came home his attitude went up and it went crashing down. She believed it was his return to reality that really got to him. Hopefully with the help of his occupational therapist, Terry Mist he will be able to get back into the swing of things. She really missed the old Walker.

It seemed odd to him that Ellen would leave for five months to visit her sister, especially since he didn't even know she even had a sister in Kentucky. He sat in his truck thinking over and over again of that night and wondered if he had made a mistake. It seemed that he had since just a month later Ellen began to act strangely. What if she was trying to hide a pregnancy? If she was, why? He would be there for their child, if they ever had one together. Was she scared?

And today she wanted to tell him something important. She had been in town now for roughly a month, however they barely saw each other. He glanced at the instructions yet again wondering why she wanted to meet at this location, it seemed a little out of place. He placed the paper down on the passenger seat as he pulled up next to her car.

He took a deep breath then slowly got out of the truck, his hand slipping inside his coat pocket. There he fingered the engagement ring wondering when he should pop the question. Maybe it would be here, in this beautiful field, surrounded by nature.

"Cordell, hey!" Ellen came running towards him. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought you called me here." Walker's instincts kicked into high gear as the hair on his neck stood up. "What did you want to talk to me about?"

Nothing. Everything suddenly turned black and all he could see in front of him were soft glowing images. What had happened? Was he dead? He glanced around him to only see more blackness. Where did Ellen go? She was right there, right in front of him. What was she going to say to him?

A soft mumble awoke Alex from a light sleep and it took her tired brain a few minutes to figure out where it was coming from. Very gradually she rolled over to see Walker laying on his back, his arms crossed over his chest. She could barely see his lips moving as he talked about something in his sleep. Ever since the twins told him they were his sons, he hasn't really gotten a good nights sleep. Because of this, his seizures, which appeared to be triggered by stress or sleep deprivation, have occurred more often then they should.

She rubbed his arm which startled him awake. "Honey, you're having a nightmare."

He blinked several times then slowly rubbed his face. "I've been getting a lot of those lately." He swung his legs over the side of the bed, his shoulders slumping. "Alex, the twins' mother is Ellen. But they said their mother passed away and that's how they found me." His voice was rather low. "However, there's no way of really proving Ellen…." His voice faded off as he slowly turned to her. "There is a way. I just need to call up…"

"Honey, you need to relax." She rubbed his back, hoping to calm him down. "Doctor Miller said if you had problems sleeping to take the medication he prescribed."

"I'm fine." He smiled as he slowly stood up. "I'll take a nap later today."