Nathan heard the gunshot. She stared at him in shock and horror.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I didn't..." She interrupted herself and ran to him. He looked down. The bullet had hit him just above his ankle. Blood covered his foot.

"I'm calling an ambulance." She grabbed her phone and dialed frantically.

Joshua and Aly had run upstairs while his wound distracted Lyssa. They couldn't let them get out.

"Terro, go catch them!" She looked at him like he was crazy.

"You need to sit down! The ambulance is coming in a few minutes." She looked so nervous.

"I can't feel pain." He left out that he could feel her.

"What?"

"It's called idiopathic neuropathy." She seemed to think about that for a second before deciding it was irrelevant.

"You're still hurt."

He nodded, "I'll be fine here for a couple minutes. You're letting them get away!" She hesitated but ran after them. He could hear the roar of sirens. He knew the sound of an ambulance all too well. Nathan limped over to the door and signaled for them.

"They're gone," Lyssa said as she rushed down the stairs, out of breath. She looked nervous and out of place. They loaded him into an ambulance. It reminded him of the night she left, in a way, except that now she rode with him.

Lyssa hopped on the ambulance. Going along was the least she could do. It would help with the guilt. She had shot a local police chief and let a known murderer get away, and it hadn't even been a whole day yet. Nathan had been so nice to her, but she felt like she was being a hindrance rather than a help.

They got Nathan his own room. Lyssa ducked out for a moment. She had to make a call to her boss.

"Hello?"

"It's Agent Terro."

"Terro. Is something wrong?"

"No. This case just might take a little longer than expected."

"No problem. Just call when you're done."

"Great. Thanks." She hung up and went back into Nathan's room.

"Hey," he greeted her.

"Hi. Do you know when you'll be good to go?" She didn't mean to rush his healing process, but she wanted to get back on the case.

"A couple hours, I think. They have to get the bullet out first and get me bandaged, but I'll be good to go after that." She gave him a small, false smile. He couldn't see how much she cared about what had happened.

It was confusing. One part of her was entirely certain she had met this man earlier that day, but the other felt like she'd known him forever. That odd rhythm their conversations sank into. The way he looked at sometimes, like he was remembering something. They way her connection with him felt deeper than anything she'd ever felt.

She didn't understand it. She didn't know if she was meant to. Growing up, she had never made all that many friends. Even when she had, she had never just clicked with someone before, not like she had with Nathan. She wanted to get to know him better, and she was willing to use as much of her vacation time as needed to do that.

Duke's head pounded. His hands were firmly tied behind his back. Connor had taken him out of the restaurant. It was enclosed and dark. Nothing decorated the vast gray room. In fact, he was the only thing in the room. It seemed like this place should have a better purpose than tying up one man.

Connor walked in. Duke tried to hide that he was awake, but Connor saw right through him.

"Oh good, you're up," the boy stood over Duke with a pipe, "I was starting to think you weren't going to. Good on you. You proved me wrong." He shot Connor a look of pure loathing. Connor ignored it. "Now, is there anything you'd like to tell me?"

"After you hit me over the head and tied me up? Quite a few things." Connor rammed the pipe into Duke's shoulder. It felt like it was broken. "Is your real name even Connor, or did you lie about that, too?"

"What? I'm not the liar." He crossed him arms at his chest like he was trying to guard himself from Duke's words.

"Well, I think you'd have a more convincing case if you were the one tied up."

"You tried to hit me with a wine bottle. I figured you were hiding something."

"Now, normally that would be a pretty safe assumption, but this time you have it wrong."

"Why exactly did you attack me, then?" It might have been the headache or the wine, but Duke was starting to think that his reasoning might not have been the best.

"I think this has been going on for more than a couple months." Duke kept his explanation brief.

Connor raised his eyebrows. "So, you tried to kill me because you thought that the approximate time I gave you might have been a little off."

"More than a little. And I wasn't trying to kill you." Duke tried to ignore Connor's exasperated look. Connor sighed. "So are you going to let me out of here any time soon?" Duke asked before Connor could speak.

"Why should I? You reasoning makes no sense." Connor shot Duke a stubborn look.

"Because if you don't, my friends will find me." Dammit. Why had he said that? He supposed he could blame it on the hit on the head, but it was still a very stupid thing to say. He didn't want Connor going after the others. He had to protect Audrey's son now that she couldn't anymore, and telling Connor they were there wouldn't help anything.

"Friends? There are more?" Connor perked right up at this announcement. Duke realized he might have some power over him.

"I could take you to them if you untie me." Connor hesitated, but he eventually decided Duke was trustworthy enough to untie, though he only fully undid the legs and only did the arms enough to get him off the chair he was tied to. He retied the ropes on his wrists. Duke knew better than to actually take him to the others. From here on out, he would have to improvise.