After changing clothes, Michael got into his car and drove to the hospital. On the way, he noticed a flower shop about a block away from the hospital. He went inside and minutes later emerged with a fragrant bouquet of daisies. She had told him that Al used to buy daisies for her. The first time Michael brought her daisies, she seemed very touched. He hoped this would help her to finally remember.

He got to Marcie's room and found her in bed reading a book. As soon as he opened the door, she looked up and smiled.

"Michael." she said. The sound of his name on her lips warmed his heart.

"Hi." he said, almost shyly. He walked into the room and held out the bouquet of daisies. "These are for you."

She smiled, taking them from him and smelling the sweet scent. "Thank you." she said. "These are beautiful."

"So are you." Michael said. He noticed a pained look come over Marcie's face, but said nothing.

Michael looked into her eyes. "Marcie, I heard you talking with Ron earlier about Al. I hated seeing you cry. It broke my heart. Are you okay?" He brushed the hair from her face with his fingertips.

Marcie smiled. "I am now."

Michael didn't know what to say. Maybe it was really happening. Could it be that she remembered who he was?

"Are you sure you're okay about Al?" he asked. "I'm so sorry. I know you really loved him." He thought Marcie might cry again, but instead she gave him a small smile.

"I do love him. I just-I don't know... When Ron told me... I can't believe I had forgotten he was gone... I... can't remember a lot of things." She looked down at the floor.

Michael's heart ached for her. He reached out and touched her face, desperately wanting to hold her in his arms. The moment his fingers touched her face, Marcie moved away.

"Please, no... "She said.

"What is it?" Michael asked.

"I'm ugly." Marcie said.

Michael cringed. Damn that Haver for doing this to her!

"Marcie, no. You're not ugly. Please don't even think that." Michael said.

Marcie reached over and picked up the mirror, staring at her reflection. "Look at me!" she cried, touching the bruises that were almost faded. The swelling was gone and the cuts had almost completely healed.

Gently, Michael took her chin in his fingers and turned her face toward his. "You're beautiful." he said.

Marcie smiled. "Al was the last person who said that to me."

"Well, he was right." Michael said, caressing her cheek.

Just then the door opened as John and Bo walked in.

"Hi guys!" said Marcie.

"Hey, Marcie! How are you doing?" John asked, as he walked toward the bed.

Bo walked over and hugged her. "We're so glad you decided to come back to us."

"Listen, Marcie..." John said. "We were wondering if you are up for some questions."

Marcie looked at Michael, who gave her a sympathetic look. He took her hand. "It'll be okay, I promise." he said, smiling.

"Well... okay." Marcie said softly.

"Great." John said.

Bo held a tape recorder in his hand. "Marcie, we're going to tape this if you don't mind. This will help us catch Haver, so he can't hurt you anymore, okay?"

Marcie nodded, looking at Michael.

"So..." John began. "Do you remember what happened? Anything at all? Take your time and try to give us as many details as possible."

Marcie sat for a long while, Michael holding her hand. Trying to concentrate, Marcie closed her eyes. Suddenly, tears began falling down her cheeks. Michael, Bo and John looked at each other. John nodded as Bo turned on the tape recorder.

"Marcie, do you remember anything?" John asked softly. Michael laced his fingers through Marcie's and squeezed gently.

"Well, I had just finished my radio show, and it was dark outside..."

"At the University?" John asked.

"Yeah." Marcie said.

"Okay, then what happened?" Bo asked, writing in a notebook.

"Well, I was walking across campus to my car when I saw Dr. Haver. He's my favorite teacher, so I walked over to say hello." Marcie said.

John, Michael and Bo waited patiently as she struggled to continue.

"He knew about the radio show I had done on the Music Box Killer, so he started asking me about it. "

"Really-" John said." Like what?"

"Well, he started asking me what I knew about how the victims died. I told him it wasn't that type of show and that the topic was campus security because of the Music Box Killer."

She paused a few minutes.

"It's okay, Marcie." Michael said as he moved closer to her and rubbed her back.

"Okay, so Haver asked you about the victims, right?" Bo asked.

"Yeah, and then he started asking me if I thought he was the killer. I told him no, and he didn't believe me. He asked me the same question over and over. The more I said no, the madder he got." Marcie said.

"He thought you suspected him as the killer?" John asked.

"Yeah, I was getting really scared because I could see that he was so mad at me. I'd never seen him get mad before. I didn't know what I had done wrong. When I asked him why he was mad, he hit me. I started screaming and he covered my mouth. I shut my eyes and felt him dragging me onto the grass. He pulled me up and then threw me on the ground. I got up and tried to run, and he hit me again-over and over... he..."

Marcie began to sob. "Oh God... he hit me so hard... I thought I was going to die..."

Michael whispered in her ear. "I'll be right back, okay?" He motioned for John and Bo to go into the hallway. Bo put away the notebook and turned off the tape recorder.

Bo and John stood up and walked over to Marcie. Bo put his hand on her shoulder and kissed her cheek. "Thanks, Marcie. We'll make sure he never hurts anyone again."

John stood and went to Marcie, hugging her. "Thank you. It'll be okay. He won't hurt you. I swear to it." He kissed her on the head and left the room with Bo.

Michael followed them out of the room into the hallway. "God, I've never seen her that upset before. Jeez, John! You've got to catch this guy! He almost killed her!"

Bo put his hand on Michael's shoulder. "It'll be okay, Michael. We'll take care of Haver. You just take care of Marcie."

"I'll call you later, bro." John said, smiling.

"Thanks." Michael said as he watched them walk down the hall toward the elevators.

Michael turned and looked in the window of Marcie's room. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, sobbing into a pillow. He just couldn't bear seeing her like this.

Gently, he opened the door and went in, closing it behind him.

Slowly, he walked over to the bed and sat down. "Marcie..." he said putting his hand on her shoulder.

"Oh god, Michael!" Marcie said as she threw her arms around him. "I thought I'd never see you again!"

Michael was stunned. It was really happening...

He held her tightly, letting her sob in his arms. "Marcie, Marcie. I'm here for you, always." He said, moving her back and forth.

Finally she let go and he looked at her face, which was now covered in tears. "Oh Sweetie..." He said.

"The whole time he was hitting me, all I could think of was you. I kept thinking of Valentine's Day at Capricorn and then at Angel square in the rain. How wonderful it was that you got Simply Red to play there just for me."

Michael looked at her, astonished... He held her tightly and shut his eyes.

Thank God...

"Marcie..." he said, breathlessly.

Tears burned his eyes as he rubbed her back. She pulled away from him and looked into his eyes, shocked to see that he was crying.

"Michael! What's wrong?" She asked, brushing away a tear with her thumb.

"Nothing, Baby." Michael said. "Everything is just perfect." He pulled her toward him and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her tenderly.