Chapter 5

12 Precinct

Kate went directly to the morgue, looking disheveled and severe trying her hard to not look pitiful because they said that Castle is gone.

'Do you believe it?'

'I refuse to believe it too because I don't see any body but it would be wise if we don't set ourselves a high expectations. I'm his friend too. It saddens me too'

'Lanie, a person can't just disappear. He's out there somewhere and I'm not going to stop at nothing until I find him.

What am I going to tell Alexis and Martha? It's just been a day. We're going to see him. I know that. I can feel that his still alive.'

'Alright, alright, what plan do you have in mind? Let me help and I'm sure the boys would want in too.'

'I don't have anything yet but I'll tell you right away.' Kate sat in one of the autopsy table and it made her think that despite being with the dead here in the morgue, it could actually provide the privacy and distance you want if you don't want to be around people yet.

'Will is not even doing his best to find!' She buried her face in her hands.

'Honey, I never like him but he's just doing his job, the way you know him, cold, speculating, by the book, practical and driven.'

Kate looks at her with a little smile, 'I didn't know you hate him that much.'

'Oh I don't hate him; I just resent everything about him.' Lanie sat beside her and squeeze her.

She didn't want to be comforted; she thinks she's the one who needs to be strong here. That's the way she is. She is the comforter, she needs to talk to Alexis and Martha, and comfort them.

'Thanks Lanie, I'll just head to Castle's loft. I need to be the one who says these to Alexis and Martha.'

'Ok, how about you wait for me for a few minutes? So I can come with you. I want to check out on them as well. I'll just wrap this place fast.'

'Alright, I'll just go to my desk and you call me when you're ready.

Catskill Mountain

He woke up feeling sore in an unfamiliar bed made of wood. He tried to get up when a hand push him down when he started groaning because his head begun to throb more.

'Sh… sh… stay in the bed. You have a head injury. You don't want to get dizzy', said the lady wearing a turban in her head. She looks to be 40 plus and had little gray hair at the top of her head.

He tried to move again, settling his back at the head of the bed. The woman supported him and put a pillow behind his back.

'Hi, I'm Carmen; do you remember what happen to you? My husband, Mario, found you passed out in the middle of the forest. We thought you're from town. It looks as if you we're in a fight.'

He groaned. Carmen gave him a glass of water. He drank softly.

'Thank you. I… I don't remember anything. Where did you find me again?'

'In the middle of the forest, what's your name?'

'I…' He looked the other way as hoping something would come up before looks at her speculating eyes, 'I…'. He frowned.

'Oh dear, I guess you're head problem is more complicated than we thought. Come now, don't stress yourself. Your name will eventually come to you when the right time comes. Can you eat?'

He is so bothered and panicked of not remembering anything even his name that he didn't answer her.

'I know this is hard for you but my husband will try to go down to the town as soon as he can to get some news if someone is looking for you but in the mean time, let's get you well here.'

'Ok, thank you. I just don't know what to do and what think. I don't know who to trust. I can't remember who am I?' He tousled his hair frustrated.

'Alright, but being frustrated is not helping you. Let the memories come to you. I'm not going to say people with no memories end up here all the time, it doesn't. The least that we can do is helping you to heal, and gain your strength.'

'I'm sorry, you're right. I'll do my best to heal right away so I can help out here. Maybe doing something will remind me things.'

'That's the spirit son. I prepared some chicken soup. Try it.' She placed the tray in front of him with the soup.

'Thank you, I know I have nothing to offer but if there's anything I could do, just tell me.'

'Thank you son, but for now, get well. And we'll what happens when you can already move. For now, what do you want us to call you?'

'Uhmmm… I don't know.'

'How about Adam? Carl? Does it sound right?'

'I'm not getting anything but just call me Carl. I kind of like it.' He said while scratching his hair.

'Alright Carl, maybe it's close to your name.'

'Maybe…'