AN: This part is a little short but I wanted to get something up here. I'm trying to cover how a few different family members are handling the situation. If you have any opinions or feelings on whos feelings a should also cover let me know. I can't promise to include them but it'll give me something to think about.

Nikki placed the phone back on the receiver, then after a second thought picked it back up and dialled Barb's number. She needed to tell her Bill had phoned, that he was on his way home, and she wanted to know how Margie was doing. No one had phoned to tell her anything, all she knew was the initial information, she'd been stabbed, she'd bled a lot, Barb had left a note saying she was out of surgery but that didn't tell her anything.

"Hey Nikki," Barb said answering the phone, she sounded tired, flat, there was no real emotion in her voice.

"Hey Barb. I wanted to tell you Bill just phoned," she told her. "He's on his way home. He knows everything, he said he saw it on the news." She said the last part almost as a question, an accusation.

"Yes," Barb could feel what Nikki was implying, she hadn't told her about the AMBERs. "I told the FBI they could run the AMBER alerts nationally. This man and woman are probably out of Utah already but someone will see them. They'll get caught."

"I hope so," Nikki couldn't quite manage the forced confidence Barb was pushing. "How's Margie?"

"She's hanging in there." Barb said trying to keep the confidence in her voice. "She was awake for a bit and talked to the agent." She paused remembering what Margie had told the agent. "It was horrible Nikki," She said lowering her voice, "She remembers everything."

"Oh boy, it was bad?" Nikki still didn't know what exactly had happened. She hadn't asked her boys for the specific details, she didn't want to make them go through it again.

"You've no idea, she could barely breath."

"Wow," She didn't want to think about what Margie had gone through, what her boys had witnessed and been a part of.

"Yeah, how's everyone at the house?"

"Okay," Nikki surveyed the people around her. "The FBI is still camped out in your house. Don't worry I'm keeping an eye on them. Everyone else is over at mine watching movies I think. It's so quiet over there I haven't heard any noise all morning."

"Quiet?" Barb couldn't remember the last time the house had been quiet.

"Yeah, I guess everyone is shook up. There is nothing we can do, no one wants to say anything."

"Yes," Barb sighed, she didn't know what else to say. "I should get going, we'll talk more later."

They finished their conversation and both hung up. Nikki went back to her cooking and Barb went back to her bedside vigil. They both wanted to do more but there was nothing more they could do.

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Wayne walked outside and sat on the swing in the back yard. He hadn't played on the equipment for a while, for the most part he was too big, but he still liked the swing. He gently pushed himself, he began to swing but it didn't feel right. He didn't feel like he should be doing anything he enjoyed when his family were so torn up. He stopped swinging and stared at his fingers, he'd scrubbed them last night, and he'd scrubbed them again this morning but he still couldn't get the blood out from under his nails. It made his hands look dirty but they'd never been so clean, he'd scrubbed them so much, some how he'd thought maybe if he could just get rid of the blood everything else would go away too.

He couldn't stop thinking about last night, that maybe if he'd done something different it would have been better. He hadn't seen what happened to Margene, he'd been too busy stopping the woman from grabbing Aaron. He didn't even know she'd been hurt until the man and woman suddenly left. It was then he saw her laying on the floor, she was covered in blood and his sister was gone. He couldn't help thinking if he'd helped her maybe it would have been different, maybe she wouldn't have been hurt, Nell wouldn't be gone.

He shook his head and tried to get the thoughts out, the police and ambulance people had told him he'd done good, that he'd done everything he could and he'd done it all right. He still felt like he could have done more. The 911 lady had hold him he needed to stop the bleeding, he'd used towels and his hands just like the lady said, his brothers had helped but the blood kept soaking through the towels and covered their hands. The lady had said to keep her awake, to keep her talking but he'd only been able to do that for a few minutes before her eyes had closed and she wouldn't open them again. He was afraid she might be dead or dying, he wished someone would tell him how she was.

No one was going to tell him anything though, he was just a kid. He stood up and walked across the backyard to Barb's house. His mother had been in there all day cooking or something, he wasn't sure but it didn't really matter, she was just avoiding everyone, avoiding the questions his younger brothers kept asking. Lester and Aaron kept asking where their mom and sister were, when they'd come home. Sarah tried to answer the question but it was hard when she didn't have the answers.

He reached the house and opened the door. His mom was in the kitchen stirring a pot of something. "Mom," he said getting her attention, when she looked up at him he kept going. "How's Margie? Can we go see her?"

"Honey I..." She was going to say no, he could tell she was going to say no. "I don't think that's a good idea. She's really sick, she's going to be sleeping all day."

"Oh, but..." He wanted to argue but he wasn't sure how to. He didn't have a good reason why he should go to the hospital he just wanted to. "I don't care if she's asleep. I just want to see her."

"Sweetie," He watched her step towards him but at the last moment the phone began ringing. She stopped, she turned around and answered the phone instead. A part of him felt he should leave but instead he listened to her side of the conversation. It wasn't very interesting, she didn't say much, it was like she was trying to hide from him what she was talking about. "We'll go there now." Was the last thing she said before she hung up. She turned back to him and tried to smile. "That was the police," She told him, "Margie told them she saw the man and lady at the supermarket. They want you and Raymond to watch some videos to see if you can find them."

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Bill stood in the airport and watched as his flight's status changed from delayed to cancelled. He stomped his foot and marched over to the ticketing counter. He demanded the woman tell him what was going on and find him a flight home. He was angry and rude, he flustered the woman and made her cry. There was no easy way to get him home, no direct flights and no obvious connectors. His frustration and anger mounted and mounted. The woman's supervisor came over and then her manager, the situation was getting intense and serious and then somewhere not far away a baby started crying. The sound hit a nerve in his chest, broke through the bravado he was displaying, he started to feel weak at the knees and sat down. He stopped yelling and just started sobbing, he held his head in his hands and let it all come out, his whole body shook and around him everyone went quiet.

"Please," he said through the sobs, "I have to get home. My daughter's been kidnapped and my wife is in the hospital, they don't know if she's going to make it. I have to get home I need to be with my family. Please."

The manager came and sat down beside him. "Sir," he said, "we'll see what we can do to get you home but you can't talk to my staff like that. Yelling at them isn't going to get you anywhere." The manager walked off but he didn't try to follow him just sat there feeling lost and deflated.

Ten minutes later the woman he'd first spoken to, the one he'd made cry came over to him. "Sir," she began saying to him as she sat down beside him, "We've found some flights to get you home." She handed him some plane tickets, and he looked up at her. "You have to go down to gate 17, the first plane leaves very soon."

He took the tickets from her and stood up. "Thanks," he said and he walked off. As he walked away he looked down at the tickets, he wasn't going to land in Salt Lake until after 11pm. He was going to be away from his family all day.