It was strange seeing a man who looked so similar to Jarod, but could pass as any man on the street. Helen took a look at Walker wondering if he was truly Jarod's identical twin. He didn't look anything like her adoptive son, she just couldn't see the resemblance except for the eyes and mouth. Maybe it was because of the way the two brothers grew up. Jarod seemed much stockier than Walker, his facial features more square. Wonder why that was?

Jarod and Walker both let out a chuckle which sent chills down Helen's spine. The men's laugh was near identical and so was their smiles. All the doubts about them being brothers quickly disappeared as Helen saw more and more similarities in them. For one, their hand gestures were exactly the same, even though Walker was right handed and Jarod was left. Then, there was the way their eyes crinkled in the corners every time they smiled. Wonder what Walker looked like before he had the eye patch?

"So, Walker what did you do as a teenager?" Helen asked.

Walker shrugged. "Not much, unfortunately. Living on the reservation there really wasn't much to do. I just learned how to hunt and ride a horse."

Christopher let out a loud chuckle. "Wish Jarod could have been so pleased with simple things. Sadly, he was out there for an adventure." He shook his head. "I forgot how much money I put down to save his ass from jail."

Jarod sheepishly rubbed the nape of his neck. "Sorry about that." A big smile crossed his face as he pointed to a picture in one of the albums. "There's me with the beard. Wow, it's like looking at you, Cord."

Helen took the picture from her son and her mouth dropped in shock. "I forgot about the beard phase. My gosh, you do look like twins." She took the picture out of the album and handed it to Alex, Walker's wife. "It's like they're the same man."

A big smile spread across Alex's face. "Amazing. Their smile is near identical."

She showed the picture to Walker who let out a chuckle. "No wonder people called you my clone." He flipped through his own album till a smile crossed his face. "Hey Alex, remember this picture?"

"Of course I do. That was when we were still friends." Alex showed the picture to Helen. "We started to officially date three years after that picture was taken."

In the picture Helen could see a wide smile on Walker's face even though he seemed to have a serious injury to the head. "What happened to you, Walker?"

Walker took a look at the photo then smiled. "Oh, that. A criminal swung a crowbar at me and thankfully I flinched back in time to not get the full blow. It looked worse than what it really was." He sighed heavily as he started to bite his lower lip. "Anyway, any more pictures of you ,Corbett?"

Helen could see Jarod's eyes turn soft and she knew by that look alone he truly loved Walker as his brother. Jarod showed concern for him even though they just met a few months back. Maybe this was something her son needed to settle down.

Ever since Jarod was five he knew without her and Christopher telling him that he didn't belong in the family. He was always rowdy, wanting attention either by destroying property or acting out in school. There was a time Helen actually regretted adopting the boy, but with Christopher's help they found ways for Jarod to burn off that extra energy. They first started off with music which Jarod took to very quickly, but eventually got bored of it. Then, it was martial arts and gymnastics, two sports that Jarod loved and flourished in.

Christopher flipped through the album till he grimaced at one picture in particular. "Have no idea why we kept this picture, but there's Jarod's first mug shot. He was only twelve years old, caught vandalizing an abandoned house near where we use to live." He shook his head. "He would be arrested several times after that."

Jarod rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, don't know how you guys dealt with it as much as you did." He took a glance at Walker then patted the man's hand. "It's about that time."

"You would remember." Walker grimaced as he rubbed his left hand down his face. "Right, sorry about this Christopher and Helen, but I need to take care of something real quick."

Helen watched the two brothers leave the table, curious as to what Walker needed to do. She knew by talking to Jarod that Walker had suffered a serious brain injury which left him reading roughly at a third grade level. Jarod also told her Walker had seizures and mood swings quite regularly, making life difficult for him and Alex. Maybe they left so Walker can take his medication? Being a nurses aid she knew the importance of keeping on a daily schedule when it came to certain medications.

Christopher patted her hand as he slowly got up from the chair. "We should leave, Helen. If it's all right with the Walkers we can visit another time."

"I guess it is getting kind of late." Helen stood and turned to Alex. "It was nice meeting your family, Alex." She gave the woman a gentle hug. "I hope we continue talking."

Alex nodded. "I'll definitely keep in touch." She glanced back as Walker and Jarod made their way back into the dining room. "Come down and visit again."

"We will." Christopher gave her a hug then went to Walker. "Nice to meet you." He shook the man's right hand. "Tell the kids good-bye for us."

"Will do." Walker smiled and gave Helen a polite hug. "Call us."

Two Months Later

The afternoon had been rather uneventful for Walker and he found himself wandering the house out of boredom. His kids were back in school, Alex was at work and Corbett had gotten himself an apartment in Irving which left him all alone during the days. Now, more than ever Walker wished he could still work or drive, but a month ago his license was suspended till further notice. It didn't upset him, Walker knew he had broken the law numerous times by driving all those years after the attack. So he excepted the punishment with a humble nod and went on with his life as best he could even if that meant hours of boredom.

After thirty minutes of walking around Walker decided to head outside to get some fresh air. Once on the porch he sat down on the swing and took in the smells of late winter. Next to him on the side table was a large plastic container full of clay which he used daily to strengthen his broken hands. His left especially was weak and needed a lot of physical therapy to get any mobility back in it. He just had the cast taken off from the last surgery only two days ago and it still made him cringe in pain if he moved it the wrong way.

Walker opened the box up, grabbed a large ball of clay then started to shape it into an eagle. For some reason, unknown to him sculpting has become very easy to do as of late. He found himself making horses, wolves and eagles as though he has done it all his life. Wonder where this hidden talent came from? And would anybody care about his sculptures?

He took another piece of clay and started to make wings for the eagle he was creating. Even though he could barely move the fingers on his left hand he was still able to put in a lot of minute details in the figure. Within twenty minutes he had the basic form down and started to trim off the excess clay.

Time seemed to have slowed down for Walker as he poured all his attention into making the small eagle. He didn't know why, but he felt as though he needed to finish this task. He stuck his tongue out as he made the beak and claws, hoping he could make them near perfect. Once through with that he looked around for something to carve feathers with. Eventually he found a small stick and with this item he spent what could be several minutes carving every feather onto the eagle figure. Finally, after possibly an hour maybe two Walker finished the eagle and gently placed it on the side table. He rotated his neck then stood up to stretch his sore muscles. He didn't know if anybody would be interested in it, but he'll show Jarod when he shows up for his daily visit.

Once back inside the house, Walker got a glass of water and was about to sit down on the couch when a knock came at the door. He glanced at his watch and realized he had forgotten the appointment he had with Terry Mist.

"Coming!" Walker went to the front door and pulled it open. "Hey Terry. Sorry, I forgot about our appointment today." He waved her into the house. "How was your day?"

"I'm good." She pointed to Walker's hands with a rather curious look on her face. "What's all over your fingers?"

"Clay." Walker made his way into the kitchen, put his glass down then gently started to take off the brace on his left hand. "I was doing physical therapy for my hands."

Terry went to Walker and started to help him with the brace. "I'm glad you're following through with that, but how about reading and writing exercises?"

Walker nodded. "Done that as well." He gently washed his hands and allowed for Terry to put the brace back on. "What are we going to do today?"

"The usual. But I'm going to have you start working on a few 3-D puzzles." She put her bag on top the table and pulled out three boxes. "I'll time you each week and see if there is any improvement."

Walker rolled his eyes at her. "I really see no point in this therapy. It's the same results over and over again…."

Terry sighed heavily. "I've talked to Doctor Hayden about your mood swings…."

"No, I don't want medication for my attitude. I'm fine." Walker slumped down into one of the chairs and picked up one of the boxes. "Let's get this over with."

"Very well." Terry opened up the first box and took out several colored squares. "The pattern is right on the lid of the box. Try to follow it."

Walker took a deep breath and began work on putting the blocks together. He hated drills like this, they were so tedious and left him really frustrated at his disability. He saw no real point in putting puzzles like this together, it seemed rather pointless to him. His anger started to show, so he quickly put the pieces down to try and calm himself.

Terry shook her head while she wrote down a few notes. "Listen, Walker we need to work on this." She leaned across the table to get a better look at him. "I know you don't want to get medicated for this, but it will help you out."

"No, I'm already on an antidepressant…."

"And we will either up that dosage or try a new medication to help you deal…."

"I don't need help!" Walker's heart began to race as he stared the woman down. "I'm finished with this and all your other therapy sessions! No more!" He quickly got to his feet, shook his head and threw the blocks back into the box. "This game is for children, not grown adults…."

"Walker, this isn't you talking." Terry swiftly went around the table and put her hand on Walker's which irritated him to the point he nearly threw the box down. "Just take deep breaths and try to relax."

Walker shook his head. "Leave, Terry. I don't want to do this anymore." His voice showed his frustration and anger. "I've had it with this therapy." He threw the box then went into the living room to vent.

Just outside the Walker's residence Jarod pulled up for his daily visit and saw Terry's car parked out front. Which meant his brother will be mad as hell and in one of his moods. He shook his head, grabbed the shopping bag from the front seat then proceeded to head towards the front door. One glance through the living room window he could see Cordell sitting on the couch with his head buried in his hands. Why did he get these mood swings? Was there anything to stop the changes from happening so frequently?

The front door opened and out walked a very frazzled looking Terry. She took one look at him, dropped her bags on the porch then fell onto the porch swing.

"Your brother is possibly the most stubborn individual I've had to work with." She shook her head. "He needs to be medicated for the mood swings or something bad will eventually happen."

"Are you talking about another medication to put him on?"

Terry shook her head. "I think we need to change his diagnosis to bi-polar. We do that then we can get him on medication that will help with the constant mood swings and depression."

Jarod grimaced at what Terry just told him. "Bi-polar? What could have brought that on?"

"The blood clot most likely had something to do with it. That part of his brain has been altered just slightly and unfortunately it has led to changes in mood." She took a deep breath then shook her head once again. "Maybe you can talk to him."

"Right, I'll try to see what I can do." Jarod took a deep breath then opened the front door. "Cord, it's Corbett!"

Cordell shook his head. "I take it Terry talked to you."

Jarod sat down next to his brother and nodded. "She's real worried about you and so am I."

"There's nothing to be worried about, I'm perfectly fine." Cordell took a deep breath then stood up. "Why can't I just get some time alone?!"

"Snap out of it!" Jarod grabbed hold of Cordell's arms and gently shook him. "This is not you! Don't make me slap you!"

His brother's arms sagged as he dropped his head. "I'm sorry. Don't know why I can't control it." He took a deep breath then turned to the front door. "Okay, get Terry back inside, I'll do therapy."

Jarod patted Cordell's shoulder. "That's it. I think you'll do fine. I'll help you out."

Once Terry was back inside she went to the dining room table and took out a box from her bag. Cordell huffed as he sat down on a chair, his jaw flexing as he grinded his teeth. His brother's right hand ran down his face in frustration as the other played with the table mat.

Terry opened the box and took out several colored squares. "Take your time and work out the pattern."

As Cordell grumbled his way through the drills, Jarod decided to put the groceries up. It was his turn to cook dinner for the family tonight and he decided to make his famous chicken quesadillas. He put the chicken, cheese, lettuce and tomatoes in the refrigerator then set up the tortillas by the stove. After he finished he turned back to the dining room to see Cordell was still having problems with the puzzle. He was about to go help his brother when something on the porch got his attention.

"What the hell?" He quickly made his way outside to see a small clay eagle sitting on the side table. As he got nearer he could see it was very detailed for its size. "Wow, amazing." He picked it up to get a better look at the figure. "Did Cord make this?" He walked back into the house and went towards the dining room. "Hey Cord, where did this come from?"

Cordell lifted his head up and a sheepish smile spread across his face. "I made it."

Jarod shook his head in disbelieve. "When did you learn how to do this?"

"Not sure, it just came to me." Cordell shrugged his shoulders and glanced at Terry. "Never made anything in my life, not sure why I started now."

Terry took the eagle from Jarod and studied it thoroughly. "Walker, I've heard of this happing to some head trauma patients. Your brain is rerouting itself to keep functioning." A huge smile spread across her face. "This is very good, Walker." She took out another box from her bag and put it front of Walker. "This is modeling clay. I brought it since Kingston told me you're doing some hand therapy." She took out a small size block of blue clay from the box and gave it to Walker. "Make me something just by using that."

Cordell rolled his eyes as usual and took the clay into his right hand. Jarod watched on in amazement as his brother easily sculpted it into a wolf's head adding in detail he didn't know could be done by using cheap child's clay. Terry quickly took down notes, shaking her head as she did so. Though Cordell's mind seemed to be locked when it came to words and cognitive skills, a new creative part was rising.

"There, it's a wolf." Cordell lazily stretched, slightly grimacing as he did so. "Should I keep doing this, Terry?"

"Definitely." She patted Walker on the shoulder. "Well, I'll get going. Walker, keep at this. I think this is the outlet that we've been looking for to help with your depression."