Al led Jerry along the path through the graveyard in Manalua, knowing that pretty soon he was going to have run out of options. Jerry was already twitchy, and it looked like his patience was starting to wear thin. Al knew that pretty soon he was going to want to hear something other than 'It's not much further.' The only reason that Jerry hadn't snapped before now was because he was convinced Al actually had something to offer him. He was convinced that Al had managed to hide all, or at least some of the money that they had defrauded unwary investors out of, keeping it somewhere out of reach so that he could collect when the heat was off, or to use when a rainy day came along.

"This place gives me the creeps." Jerry told him.

"I had to think of somewhere we weren't likely to be interrupted." Al answered.

"We?" Jerry asked him. "You seemed happy enough to let me rot in jail."

"Alright, we're here." Al told him as they finally came to their destination. Jerry looked around, trying to figure out what he was here to see. He looked down to the grave that Al was standing beside.

"What? You buried the records?" Jerry asked him. "You actually buried documents worth millions of dollars? In a graveyard?"

"Look around Jerry, no one's around." Al told him. "That's what I wanted."

"You're inventive, I'll give you that." Jerry stated, pulling out the gun. "Alright, get to work, start digging."

"I'm not digging up a grave Jerry." Al stated.

"I don't think you're in much of a position to dictate what you're doing." He said a little menacingly as he levelled the gun.

"I'm not digging because there's no money Jerry! There never was!" Al told him. "I wasn't lying when I said what wasn't lost was recovered and returned to its rightful owners."

"No…no…you're lying! You're just trying to screw me again!" Jerry stated. "You would never…"

"I didn't hide anything Jerry!" Al told him. "When we were caught I gave the Feds everything! EVERYTHING! The partners, the traders, the documents, the passwords the account codes, I gave them the lot!"

"If that's true then what are we doing here?" Jerry asked him.

"Look at the grave Jerry." Al stated.

"What?" He asked in confusion.

"Look at the God-Damned grave!" Al yelled at him. Jerry kept the gun on him, but cast a look at the grave.

"Clyde Jenkins, born August 28 1993, died September 3 2012." Jerry read aloud. "I…I don't get it."

"Clyde was the kid that was shot in the school siege." Al informed him. "You know, that siege where Hudson held a bunch of kids hostage and held your daughter at gunpoint to bring you to the school?"

"You brought me here…?"

"I brought you here to show you the only result that matters in what we did!" Al snapped at him. "That kid was 19 when he was killed and the only reason he was even there was because we flushed his family's money down the drain!"

"You expect me to buy that bullshit?" Jerry asked him.

"By this point I don't really care if you believe me or not. I've tried everything to convince you, but now…now I'm just glad we're away from my family." Al told him.

"If you think…?"

"Come on Jerry, let's be honest, what were the odds you weren't going to pull that trigger regardless of what happened?" Al asked him. "If you got what you wanted, I'd have been a loose end. I'm a numbers guy, I know there's virtually no way I walk away from this. All I could do is make sure when it happened it didn't happen somewhere my daughter would walk in and find her dad lying on the living room floor."

"STOP LYING!" Jerry screamed at him, the desperation obvious in his voice. He had already committed a number of felonies. Abduction, carrying a firearm as a convicted felon, assault with a deadly weapon. By now if he was caught, he was pretty much going down for good and he knew it. His only way out was to hope that he could get the money he was convinced Al had and flee the country.

"He's not lying!" Trevor called out as he and Spike arrived, training their guns on him. "Put it down and put your hands where we can see them!"

"The…the cops? How did you…?" He looked to Al, who just nodded.

"I pulled the credit card out of the gas pump." He told him. "That put the cops on your trail. I didn't think they'd end up here so quickly, but I figured at least they'd catch up with you before you could get back to Summer Cove and my family."

"Stay out of this!" Jerry told them. "This is between me and him…"

"We can't do that Mr Goodwill." Spike told him. "You're holding a gun on an unarmed man. We can't just walk away from that."

"If you don't put the gun away, we will have no option but to open fire!" Trevor warned him. Spike observed the situation unfolding, seeing the state Jerry was in, seeing how twitchy he was and he made a judgement call. He uncocked his gun, put on the safety and put the pistol away in his holster. "Skullovitch, what the hell are you doing?"

"Mr Goodwill, this…this isn't you." Spike said, trying to move around to where he could see him. He took off his hat to make sure that Jerry could see his face. "We might not have known each other well, but I knew you before all of this."

"We know each other?" Jerry asked him.

"I…I dated Melanie for a little while." Spike informed him. "It's me, Spike."

"Spike?" He asked. "That stupid punk kid that she went out with?"

"Yeah, that's right." Spike told him. "Please, just…let's talk."

"Skullovitch, you better know what you're doing!" Trevor muttered to himself.

Back in Summer Cove, Sarah slipped in through her bedroom window, hoping that her absence wouldn't have been noticed. She had no choice but to spike her mom's cocoa in order to leave to battle Wrench, but she still didn't really know how long she could expect it to work. It wasn't as though she had much time to do any kind of meaningful calculations to make sure that it would keep her mother unconscious long enough to deal with Wrench. She crept slowly downstairs and satisfied herself with a sigh of relief that her mom was still sleeping.

Heading into the living room, she quietly approached the couch and gently started to work her way onto the couch and taking her mother in her arms. She felt her mom starting to stir as she did so, and was grateful that she hadn't overdone it on the meds. Ellie looked up to her a little groggily, and smiled, satisfying herself her daughter at least was here, safe and sound where she could see her.

"Hey there sweetheart." Ellie greeted her daughter. "What…did…did I just…?"

"You fell asleep." Sarah assured her. "We've been up all night. I know I'm pretty exhausted too."

"Has there been any word yet about your dad?"

"Nothing new unfortunately." Sarah told her semi-truthfully. She could only hope that the police hadn't tried to contact them while she was out. She wanted to be there if there was any new word. It still pained her to think that there was little they could do to try and help. Sarah didn't really care too much about 'The rules', namely the policy they had against using powers for personal gain. If she thought it would mean her dad would come home, she'd morph without a second thought. None of them even really knew who came up with that rule in the first place, or what if anything they would do about it if they did break it. Of course, right now Sarah wasn't at all concerned. If her dad came home safely, then she was willing to wear whatever consequences would come her way. If someone told her she wasn't allowed to be a Ranger anymore, she would turn in her morpher without ever looking back as long as she got to hug her dad again. "Want me to call in and check?"

"They told us we need to keep the line clear for any new leads." Ellie reminded her. "I'm sure they'll call if there's anything new to tell us."

With that, Sarah grabbed her mom and held her tightly. She didn't know if praying would help, but right now, she was willing to give anything a try.

Back on Manalua, Spike was speaking with Jerry, trying to keep him calm as he spoke with him. He knew that things weren't looking good, any situation with a gun involved had a really bad habit of turning really bad really fast. Spike had first-hand knowledge of that.

"Mr Goodwill, please, put the gun down." Spike said to him. "No one's been hurt yet. I…I don't know what will happen, but we can do what we can to help you."

"Don't try to patronise me kid! I already know how this goes!" Jerry told him. "Everything's done for me! It's all done!"

"No, it's not!" Al told him. "I know that things look bad, but it's not the end…"

"That's easy for you to say! Everything worked out just fine for you!" Jerry said as tears started to run down his face. "Here you are with your family intact, a new business, a nice home…"

"You think all of that came EASY?" Al yelled at him. "I worked SO hard to get all of that!"

"Your wife didn't leave…"

"If you think I didn't almost lose Ellie you really don't know a thing about me!" Al told him. "I was so close to losing everything. I needed to work so hard to keep her! Ellie was so close to having my bags packed and thrown out in the driveway I consider it a miracle I didn't end up on the street!"

"You got that job and that house…"

"I worked for all of that!" Al told him.

"No one's giving me a break!" Jerry stated. "I'd be fine if everything was so easy…"

"That's just it Jerry, things aren't SUPPOSED to be easy for guys like us!" Al roared. "I lived at the bottom of a bottle for a couple of years, and getting off it is the hardest thing I've ever done. You think that's over? Every God damned day I wake up and one of the first thoughts through my mind is how much I just want a little vodka to take the edge off things! You want to know why I brought you here? Look at that grave stone! That's the first thing I've thought about every day for six years and the last thing on my mind every fucking day!"

"Al…"

"That kid is DEAD! He's dead because of what we did and there isn't one thing I can do no matter how long I live to make that right!" Al yelled at him. "I work every day to prove to my wife that I'm the man she married, that she and Sarah are the most important thing in the world to me! I haven't been able to help Sarah with her homework since she was fourteen but I do everything I can to make sure she knows I'm not the idiot who let her almost blow her fingers off because he was too busy trying to scam people out of their life savings! That business I have now, I'll never be able to get all the money I owe back if I live to be a hundred, but if I can give something back, if I can help a few people get a fair shake out of live, I'm going to do that for as long as I'm able to."

"Mr Goodwill, everyone does bad things. I know everyone here has done things that they wish they hadn't." Spike told him. "Not all of them we can do anything about, but what matters most is that we try."

"I…I don't know if I can." Jerry said as he started to waver a little. "I feel like everything I've touched has fallen apart…"

"Not everything." Spike told him. "I saw Melanie a couple of months ago."

"Melanie?" He asked.

"Yeah, she and Mal came to my graduation." Spike told him. "Mal's got a musical on the road right now, they're on tour with it. They're going to be coming through Summer Cove in a few weeks. They've already promised me backstage passes. We're meeting for dinner."

"Melanie's doing shows now?" Jerry asked. Spike just nodded.

"They're in small theatres all across the country. They really love it!" Spike told him. "She's doing something she really loves, and she's so happy. That's something that you were a part of."

"Melanie's happy?" He asked. Spike could see his grip on the gun starting to relax and started to approach slowly, nodding reassuringly.

"She is." Spike told him. "Now please, give me the gun. Let's not see this end badly. Let's all just go home."

Jerry looked to the gun, and then to Spike, who was holding out his hand.

"Please." Spike beckoned him again. Jerry started slowly making his way towards him, holding out the gun. Just as he was about to hand over the gun, he saw something moving through some bushes, moving quickly. In a panic, his grip tightened on the gun and it went off. He stared at Spike in horror as his eyes went wide, before he fell over backwards, blood seeping from a wound in his stomach at an alarming rate.

Jayden got to him and swept the gun from Jerry's hand, taking him to the ground hard. Trevor ran to Spike's side, kneeling down next to him.

"SPIKE!" He called out, placing his hands immediately on his stomach, trying to stem the flow of blood. "Spike, stay with me…"

"It's alright, I've got him down." Jayden said, looking back to Trevor and Spike. "Oh my God, how is he?"

"What did you do?" Trevor screamed at him. "WHAT DID YOU DO?"

"I…I…I saw the gun, I came to…"

"He was giving the gun over! Spike had it covered!" Trevor screamed at him. "THIS IS YOUR FAULT!"

"I…I didn't know!" Jayden stammered. "I saw him with the gun pointed at Spike and…"

Trevor levelled his gun at Jayden.

"That's just the problem with you! You NEVER think! You NEVER face up to the responsibility of what you do!" He yelled at him.

"What are you doing?" Jayden asked.

"Put the sword down and put your hands behind your back!" Trevor warned him. "You're under arrest!"

"I didn't mean for…"

"That's just the problem, none of you ever MEAN for things to happen!" Trevor interrupted him. "You rush in all spandex and giant robots and leave everyone else to pick up the pieces and I for one am sick of it!"

"I was only trying to help!" Jayden protested. Trevor fired off a shot into the air.

"You want to help, go to the academy, learn the rules and put on a badge and a uniform like the rest of us!" Trevor told him. "That was your one and only warning shot! Now put the sword down!"

Jayden knew that he couldn't stay, he was only going to make things worse by staying. He had already inadvertently escalated a situation that Spike had almost contained. Trevor fired a round, which rebounded off Jayden's helmet, knocking him to the ground. Jayden scrambled quickly and ran as Trevor fired after him. As Jayden disappeared, he turned his attention back to Spike, running back to his side and placing a hand on his stomach.

"You…you…"

"Don't try to talk Spike." Trevor beckoned him, getting on his radio. "This is Officer Marx, we have an officer down at Manalua graveyard, requesting medical back-up."

"You…you called me Spike." Spike coughed. Trevor just nodded.

"I did." He replied, getting back on his radio. "Officer Marx, requesting urgent medical back-up, we have an officer down at Manalua graveyard."

Over at the Thompson House, Sarah was in the kitchen, attempting to make something for dinner. Although neither she nor her mother really felt much like eating, the fact was that neither of them had eaten for most of the day.

She wasn't really concentrating too much on what she was doing, and was finding even the simplest of microwave meals difficult to navigate. She had put the same macaroni through the microwave now half a dozen times and found it stone cold each time before she realised that she had it on the defrost setting.

As the phone started ringing, her mother sprang off the couch with the kind of energy that was totally unexpected and unnatural for someone so deprived of sleep and food. Sarah stood back for a minute as her mom answered the phone.

"Hello?" She asked. "Yes, this is Mrs Thompson."

"Mom, speaker!" Sarah beckoned her. Ellie just nodded in realisation, before putting the phone on speaker.

"Yes, this is Captain Edwards. I wanted to be the one to give you this news in person." He told them. "We've found your husband."

"Is he…?"

"He's on his way to the hospital for a check-up, but as near as we can tell he's going to be just fine." The Captain told her. Both Sarah and Ellie breathed a massive sigh of relief up on hearing this. "We'd have taken him straight home, but we wanted to let a doctor check him out."

"Oh, thank God! You have no idea…who found him? How can we…?"

"It was Officer Marx and Officer Skullovitch that found him." He told them. "You don't need to thank them, it's all part of the job, but I'm sure they'll appreciate it."

"Which hospital are they going to?" Ellie asked him.

"Central Summer Cove." He informed them. "They're being taken by helicopter and should be there shortly. If you speak to the patrolmen outside, they'll be more than happy to take you there."

"Thank you for everything you've done!" Ellie said as she hung up the phone. She turned to Sarah and grabbed her tightly, both of them embracing in sheer joy to hear that soon Al would be back with them.

"Thank you for being here Sarah." She told her. "I don't think I'd have been able to do this without you!"

"It's alright mom." Sarah said, holding her tightly. "It's alright."

Meanwhile, in Manalua, in the waiting area of a restaurant, Lauren was holding her new niece Stephanie, getting to know the latest addition to her family while her fiancé Jeremy kept their daughter Kimberly busy with a colouring book. Antonio was pacing impatiently.

"She is absolutely gorgeous; you guys are so lucky!" Lauren said as she cooed over her new niece. "The adoption agency made a really good choice picking you guys."

"Yeah, we're both really stoked about it." Antonio said as he checked his watch again. He muttered something under his breath in Spanish.

"You know, I think we'd appreciate it if you wait until the girls are a little older before you teach them that kind of language." Jeremy chuckled.

"I'm sorry, Jayden said he'd be right behind us." Antonio told them. "My husband never was the best with punctuality."

"Speak of the devil!" Jeremy said as they saw Jayden finally arriving. "Jayden, my man! For a moment I thought we were about to lose our reservations!"

"Yeah, um…I'm sorry about that." Jayden answered him. "I'm really, very sorry."

"Jayden, what's wrong?" Lauren asked him, noticing that Jayden was looking more than a little jittery than normal.

"I've made a big mistake." Jayden told them. "I think…I've done something really bad!"