"Mr. Faulkner?"

Adam's eyelids slowly fluttered open from the voice he heard above him. After a moment his eyes cleared and he stared right up at the blinding lights on the ceiling. For a brief moment he thought of the time he woke up in the bathroom…chained up and dripping wet.

Not again…

Then the voice came again and Adam opened his eyes, right away his head began to throb. Looking he saw a nurse standing above him.

He then remembered as he looked up from the small cot placed behind the nurses' station. Outside it was now dark out and the dull glow of the skyscrapers outside twinkled against the rain splattered glass.

He was in the hospital…Amanda had gone into labor and he has past out. Everything was such a blur now due to the fact it all had happened so fast. Thinking for a moment his head ached and he slowly sat up. Right away he thought of the baby and remembered it had been in distress…

Looking up at the nurses' eyes he saw something was wrong. The baby was dead.

"Mr. Faulkner…there seems to be a problem."

Two hours later Adam found himself sitting downstairs in a social worker's office. She had explained to him over and over again that this usually always happened with women like Amanda. She so far had no record, nor insurance due to the fact no information had been given…hell Adam didn't even know her last name.

They said while Adam was asleep she was taken upstairs to rest…when bed checks came around eight she was gone…all that was found was a single note.

It was addressed to Adam, simply saying how sorry she was but she just couldn't do it. That she had tried her best but in the end all she really cared about was what was best for their daughter. She asked Adam to try…just try to have a second chance in loving her, and how the only true reason she was leaving was because she really loved them.

Adam read over the note a million times…he couldn't believe it.

She had left them.

That whole talk they had…it was all lies. She had used him.

Feeling sick to his stomach he explained what had happened, and Amanda and his relationship when this had all happened. Waking up he thought he was being a good person trying to make up for his mistakes, drive her to the hospital and be at her side…now the whore had left him flat and alone with a newborn.

The social worker told him they would keep their eyes out for Amanda but at this point she could be anywhere…no one saw her even leave the hospital.

She gave him a thick folder full of paperwork and due to what had happened to him the year before, and certain reasons for not being able to support the child, she told him within a week of the child's release he could look over adoption forms. Everything being thrown at him at once the social worker also told him that the baby had been taken to the NECO due to the fact she suffered from heart problems only minutes after birth. So far everything seemed okay.

Adam sat there in a daze.

How could any of this had happened?

Having no one to call, or even speak to he walked down to the nursery where the baby had been taken once she was stable and looked through the window, past all the other happy couples.

Scanning he found his last name on a small plastic crib and saw his daughter.

She was the most tiny thing he ever saw in his life. She was wrapped in a pink blanket and cap, she squirmed and cried.

That was it?

He kept looking through the glass at her. Amazed yet sick to his stomach.

It then hit him how much he hated Amanda for doing this…and the baby for being born.

Sleeping sitting up on a plastic bench, Adam felt his heart ache deep inside him as the late hours past. By the time morning had come Adam walked back upstairs, not even checking on the baby. The social worker called him into the office and explained that it would take nearly three weeks before they were able to get the certain papers in order for Adam to give the baby up.

Soon an argument started between the two and finally Adam was kicked out of the office. Heated he found one of the nurses and spoke with her…Adam didn't have any insurance and would need to leave the hospital by tomorrow. Feeling like everything was hitting him at once he remembered it was the system that had him end up like this…the system that let people like Amanda go on doing the things they did…the system that let killers walk the streets.

Deciding that he wouldn't go through the social worker's plan, he thought of just leaving the baby outside of a church downtown within a day or two…there was no way it could be traced, and anyways the baby would most likely end up this way anyways. Not even giving it a moment's thought he stuffed his hands in his pockets and decided that St.Paul's would be the best. It was old fashion but it seemed better then dealing with these jerks that looked down on him all because of what happened.

Spending the rest of the day downstairs, he paced back and forth drinking coffee, and trying his best to avoid any of the workers from upstairs. Around nine that night it hit him he hadn't even checked on the baby.

He didn't care.

Going outside he lit a smoke and cursed under his breath…tomorrow he would this place and finally get rid of the kid, no strings attached or paperwork. He couldn't even stand the thought of knowing she was upstairs. Crushing out his smoke he headed back inside.