Pausing just outside the doors of the station, Lulu closed her eyes and tried to calm her heart rate. She wasn't about to admit it to anyone, but the fact that Logan was still out there scared her to death. Her cousin was anything but predictable; the attack on Robin and trying to kidnap Cameron proved that. He needed to be locked up, where she could be sure he wouldn't hurt another member of her family again. She wanted to trust Mac's words and have the faith he urged her to have. But faith hadn't helped her brother much when Faison had him and faith had nothing to do with her own release. That was all Spencer instincts.

Tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear, she made her way toward the parking lot. It had taken hours of her begging plus her father's own version of logic to convince her mother to let her do this alone today. Only the solemn promise to not be late for their lunch date had gotten her out the door. If she missed this one, Lulu was reasonably sure she wouldn't be allowed out of her parents' house for the next twenty to thirty years.

"Miss Spencer? Miss Spencer!" Kate Howard called coming toward her. She had managed to ditch her cameraman for the moment and that gave her a sneaky approach.

"Yes?" The other woman was vaguely familiar to her, but for the life of her Lulu couldn't place her. "Can I help you?"

"I was wondering if you might be willing to tell me what happened." Kate pried carefully. She had managed to ditch her camera man for the moment and that gave her a sneaky approach.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Kate Howard with WSBX News." Kate explained cutting off Lulu from a direct route to the parking lot.

"Look I don't really want to go over this again. I just want to move on with my life." Lulu tried to step around the reporter.

"If it's not me, it'll be someone else, and I'm not in the business of skewing the truth. I understand you're the heroine of this particular story." Kate praised her.

"I didn't do anything anyone else wouldn't have done." Lulu protested, although flattered all the same.

"I know plenty who would have waited for some man to save you. You'll give hope to other women out there in all sorts of situations." Kate insisted.

Lulu snorted. "Waiting for the men of this town to save you gets you in more trouble than what you needed rescuing for."

"I wouldn't know. I'm from The City." Kate mused. "Would you be willing to talk to me?"

Lulu chewed her bottom lip. "I'm supposed to meet my mother soon. If I don't show up on time, she'll freak."

"I would love to meet your family." Kate smiled.

"Not a good idea. My brother and father aren't real big on reporters." By some stroke of luck, between Lucky and Ned the fact that Cameron had been the actual target had been swept under the rug. There was no way she was going to blow that work by bringing home a reporter to the family.

"Don't tell them I'm a reporter." Kate suggested.

"Surprisingly they have this thing about being lied to." Lulu shrugged. "I know you are just doing your job and all, but I can't tell you anything more than what the police did."

"I doubt that. Please. I haven't had the best luck with witnesses. You'd really be helping me out." Kate begged.

She could feel herself caving. "Does it have to be today? I really don't want to hash out what happened again and again today."

Kate handed her a business card. "You can reach me at this number any time. I'm staying at the Metro Court. Just ask for me at the front desk."

"I'm not promising anything. I'll just think about it." Lulu cautioned tucking the card in the back pocket of her jeans.

"I won't take up too much of your time, I promise." Kate had been doing this long enough to appeal to even the most hardened of individuals. This kid was easy as cake.

It had been a struggle to convince herself to go to work today, but eventually practicality had won out. She had been taking quite a bit of time off lately, with good reason Elizabeth allowed, but if she didn't put in some appearances in her classroom she was going to be in danger of running out of sick time—it could very well start cutting into her maternity leave. Not to mention it would become impossible to convince Cameron that he needed to go to school even though Aunt Lulu was home if she didn't go to work on the same day.

Although right now, it probably would have been better if she had in fact stayed home. She might physically be in the classroom, but her mind was nowhere near it. As she absentmindedly patted one of her students on the head, Elizabeth found herself reliving the scene from this morning over and over again. The one that kept yelling at her something was very wrong.

Last night had been wonderful. Lulu and the kids had come home and they were fine. Judging by the look on his face when he finally made it home, Lucky and his sister had finally buried the hatchet over Cameron's accident. Some of the tension she had seen taken residence in Lucky's shoulders appeared to disappear. He had been smiling, joking, and laughing with her and Cameron. It felt as if they could start to look forward and maybe her constant declarations of Tony and Lisa possibly reconsidering could actually happen.

Then came the morning light and she awoke alone in their bed. Assuming that once again she had overslept, she hadn't thought too much of it until she realized Cameron wasn't up yet. It was their routine, the first one up started the process of getting Cameron up and ready for school. Padding down the stairs, she had stopped when she saw Lucky laying on the couch, sound asleep, a blanket barely covering him. A pillow she recognized from their room was under his head, indicating to her at least, this was deliberate. Lucky had chose to sleep on the couch rather than with her.

When had he come downstairs? Why? The questions echoed in her head on a continuous loop as she had neared him, reaching out a hand to try to wake him. When he had jerked at the light touch, she had drawn her back, stung. His face, smiling and laughing the night before, was contorted in a mask of torment. And just as quickly as it came upon him, it disappeared as he started to wake up.

His vague explanation for why he had chosen to sleep downstairs had been cut short by Cameron's arrival downstairs and the routine to get him ready for school. She had tried to steal a few minutes alone with him, tried to ask him what was going on, but he had evaded her every maneuver, barely kissing her on the cheek as they went out the door.

Glancing out her classroom windows, Elizabeth bit her lip to keep the tears back for what felt like the twentieth time that hour. She couldn't ignore it any longer or excuse it. Something was seriously wrong with Lucky and he wasn't telling her anything about it. He'd probably blame the stress on the custody fight or the fact the kidnappers were still at large, but it felt like there was something else, something bigger at play here. She just couldn't figure out what it was.

Patrick probably knew. But he had his hands full with Morgan and the new baby. She wasn't even positive she could be near Patrick right now without breaking her promise to Robin and letting the other man know she knew everything about the complications they were facing right now. Cruz was still recovering from his own injuries and bonding with his new daughter. Nothing in the world would make her want to interrupt that for them. His parents had just gotten Lulu back. There was no reason to worry them about something going on with Lucky when she couldn't even put her finger on what was bothering him. No it was looking more and more as if she was going to have to either push him to tell her or wait for him to come to her.

Patrick woke up the same way he had woken up for the past two weeks: dangling over the edge of the mattress with sheets twined around his legs and pillows conveniently placed where he would have to fall in order to get off of the bed. He could blame the bad dreams or the utter discontentment he had felt lately, but he knew this daily ritual had more to do with the fact that he had spent every night since Morgan had been brought home in bed alone. Robin simply refused to leave Morgan's side. When she wasn't curled up next to him, she had him at the park, or a museum, or the zoo. He didn't mind the time she was spending with her son; she had missed him terribly. What ate away at him was that nothing Robin decided to do ever included him. He would, more often than not, go to sleep alone and wake up alone; sometimes Robin was nice enough to leave a note explaining where she had gone, but most mornings he would find her car missing from the parking lot.

She didn't seem to need him anymore, or at least that was what she was trying to make the rest of the world believe. When they had first started seeing each other, he had teased her about her obsession with being the world's greatest mom, but now was completely different: now she didn't know how to stop. She must have been crowding Morgan, but of course his cousin would never say a word. He needed Robin as much as she needed him, but that had been true from the very beginning. It was almost as if Morgan was trying to prove how "fine" he was with all that had happened and Robin was feeding his motivations with some of her own to prove to Patrick that she was more than capable of handling everything on her own. He was beginning to wonder why he came home at all.

He was spending so much time alone lately, he had actually forgotten what it was like to make plans and have to meet deadlines. All of his clients were on hold at the moment; he couldn't give them the attention they needed and it was beneath him to force the work he put into his job. He had called it a family crisis, which this most assuredly was. His family was in crisis whether or not they wanted to admit it, and he wasn't just thinking about Robin and Morgan and the baby: he was thinking about the ramifications of the kidnappings on Lulu, on Cameron, on Kristina, Maxie, and especially Lucky. His cousin would never come out and say that his dreams had worsened, but what other reason was there for him to avoid Patrick's phone calls?

Patrick bet Elizabeth was worried and he couldn't entirely blame her; he understood more than she would ever know. If he had a solution, he would offer it to her. But he didn't. He didn't know what the next logical step was. Lucky would spit teeth before he would ever admit that he might need to talk to someone professionally; he would think it made him less of a human, of a man, to need it. Patrick knew this to be true because that's what had kept him away from the therapists after his mother's death, a time when he could have used someone to talk to.

There was no way for him to measure the level of stress Robin was under because she always had a smile on her face. He didn't know if she was getting enough sleep because he never saw her when she was awake. She would come in after he was already dead to the world and be gone before he knew what was happening. He told himself that today was going to be very different. He was going to get up, stumble downstairs, and catch her...making breakfast or helping Morgan put his coat on, something, anything that would keep her in the apartment long enough for him to spot her. Kicking the sheets away, he decided to do just that. The sound of cartoons stopped him in his tracks and he made his way to Morgan's room, knocking lightly.

"Come in." Morgan permitted.

"Hey." Patrick greeted, smirking. If Morgan was here, that meant Robin was close by. "What are you watching?"

"Animaniacs." Morgan clarified, nodding toward the television. "Do you want to watch too?"

"Sure. I love Whacko." Patrick admitted pushing Morgan's stuffed bear to the floor and taking the spot it had been forced to vacate.

"Really? Me too." Morgan smiled. "They had cartoons when you were a little boy?"

"Of course they had cartoons when I was a little boy! They even had TV and it was in color." Patrick answered wryly.

Morgan didn't know what to say to that, so he just stared at the television. A few minutes passed and he glanced over at Patrick. Quietly he said, "Robin's not here."

"That's too bad. She's missing a great episode here." Patrick responded evenly.

"You mean you want to still watch it with me?" Morgan asked his voice incredulous.

"Well, sure." Patrick said. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah, I guess. Oh look! They're going to drop an anvil on his head!" Morgan pointed happily.

"I used to wonder what would happen if everyone carried around an anvil." Patrick mused. "You know, would they make them smaller or would it be a compacted instrument like the Jetsons' car folding into a suitcase?"

"I would go after that stupid roadrunner." Morgan declared. "Wylie never gets a break."

"That's the truth! I mean, why doesn't he ever keep his receipt? Or get a roadrunner from the butcher?" Patrick wanted to know.

"It's because that roadrunner made him mad once and he's been trying to get him back ever since." Morgan explained.

"Is that it?" Patrick murmured.

"Yep!" Morgan chanted.

"Did Robin say where she was going?" Patrick asked absentmindedly.

"To see Daddy." Morgan responded.