Kinch, Carter, LeBeau, and Newkirk did not get any sleep that night. They sat at the table drinking coffee the whole night talking with one another instead. It felt so weird not having Hogan there with them. It was a new feeling, a new experience, something that they were not comfortable with. They missed Hogan, and they wanted him there with all of them. The only thing they could do for now, though, was pray for him and keep him in their minds and hearts, until he came back to them, again.

Schultz was mindful that morning of waking up the men, especially the four of Hogan's men. Klink had told him about the rough night they had and that they were still trying to take it all in.

The prisoners of barracks two were lined up in two lines. Kinch, Newkirk, Carter, and LeBeau stood there not caring whether they were yelled at for not being in attention or not. They were tired, sad, and they were completely drained from last night.

Schultz had finished counting and sighed, when he got to Hogan's empty spot. He shook his head, sighed again, and turned around and waited for Klink to make his appearance. They all heard a door slam suddenly, and Klink walked down the steps towards Schultz.

"Reeeeeeepoooooooort!" Klink cried.

Both German officers exchanged salutes before Schultz answered.

"All prisoners here, Kommandant." Schultz reported, a sad look in his eyes.

Klink nodded and sighed, exchanging the same sad look. He would never admit it, but he was as worried about Hogan as the others were. It was not the same without him standing there in line. He missed his Senior POW Officer and kept hoping that he would get well and come back to them soon. His witty comments, the way he would throw jokes out insulting the Germans regarding the success of the Third Reich, roll call and camp life just was not the same without him there.

"Gentlemen, I'm sure you all are aware of what happened last night regarding Colonel Hogan. He rolled off his bed and hit his head on his footlocker severely and cut his stomach on broken shards of glass which has been cleaned up, now. He is in a coma, now, and his doctor does not know whether or not he will make it through. Besides that, nothing more. Diiiiiiiiiissssssmiiiiiiiiiiiissssssed!" Klink said, sadly.

All the prisoners sadly walked off and went about their usual routines. Kinch, LeBeau, Newkirk, and Carter were the only four that remained. They gathered around by the barracks door. Both LeBeau and Newkirk sat down on the bench, Kinch standing beside it, leaning against the wall, and Carter sadly kicking around the dirt in the compound, as he thought of nothing else besides praying that Hogan would come back to them and survive this.

"What do you guys wanna do?" Kinch asked, trying to start a conversation.

"Nothing," LeBeau sadly said, putting his head in his hands.

"I want Colonel to come back." Carter added, depressed.

"Both Louis and Andrew's ideas sound good to me." Newkirk pouted.

"I know we all miss him, but what do you think Colonel would want us to do, if he were here, right now? How would he feel seeing us so sad and miserable?" Kinch asked.

Newkirk sighed. "I don't know, Kinch. My mind's so scrambled, I feel like the circuits have just fried out entirely." He grabbed a cigarette out and started to take a drag on it.

The four looked up and observed the weather. It was sunny and a few clouds were in the sky. It was too happy for them outside. Needing to sit in an environment away from the outside and others, the four walked into the barracks and sat down at the table. LeBeau poured everyone a cup of coffee, then he sat down besides Kinch.

"Well, the four of us better perk up and fast. It'll only be a short while before General Burkhalter's bound to show up." Kinch said, taking a drink of coffee.

"What reason does that bloody Kraut have for coming here?" Newkirk moaned, taking another drag on his cigarette.

"To talk to Klink about the explosion last night and update him regarding the current medical condition Colonel's in." Kinch responded.

"Kinch...what if Colonel doesn't make it, this time? You heard what Richard said." Carter worried.

"Now don't start thinking like that, Carter. Colonel's strong and stubborn; he'll pull through." Kinch said.

"Colonel maybe strong, but he's not mean." LeBeau whimpered, staring at his coffee. None of them were hungry for anything.

"Well, we now know that trying to kill Hochstetter won't be easy, then." Newkirk groaned.

"I forgot all about Hochstetter. No doubt he'll be over soon enough. He'll have his usual suspicions that Colonel had something to do with it." Kinch said, sadly.

"I miss Colonel," Carter croaked, crying threatening him.

"We all do, Andrew." Newkirk sadly answered. He took a sip of coffee and puckered at the taste, then turned to LeBeau. "Blimey, Louis; this coffee tastes terrible!"

"It's leftovers from yesterday. I haven't got the energy to make a fresh batch, right now." LeBeau grumbled.

Newkirk grew silent and took another drink of the terrible substance. It was better than nothing, at that moment.

"Couldn't we just call London and ask them to send us medicine for Colonel's pneumonia?" Carter asked.

"It won't do any good; London can do as much as Dr. Klaussner can for Colonel, for the moment." Kinch answered, rubbing the young sergeant's back.

"I wish we were there with him." LeBeau mumbled, sadly.

"If anything changes, Richard promised he'd call us the minute it happens." Kinch said.

"Yeah, but when will it exactly happen?" Newkirk questioned, slightly irritated.

"As of now, we can only pray for Colonel to get passed the next 72 hours he has left of his critical period. If he gets through this, then there's a higher chance of him coming back to us." Kinch answered.

"I wish we could do more than pray."

"Oui, Pierre...so do I." LeBeau sadly said.

Hours went by, and sure enough, General Burkhalter's car pulled up in front of Klink's office around mid afternoon. General Burkhalter and Klink talked for numerous hours regarding Hogan's current condition, what Dr. Klaussner had told him, and the events of last night. Night soon fell, and another expected visitor arrived. A gestapo staff car pulled up besides General Burkhalter's, and an angry gestapo officer marched out of the car and up the stairs of the Kommandantur's.

Olsen, who had been watching for anyone from the luftwaffe or gestapo, slammed the door and immediately reported to Kinch, Newkirk, Carter, and LeBeau, who were sitting at the table in the middle of a game of gin.

"Major Hochstetter just arrived, and he seemed really angry!" Olsen exclaimed.

"Let's go, guys." Kinch ordered.

The four of Hogan's men threw down their hands and hurried to Hogan's quarters. They turned on the coffee pot immediately to hear what was about to go on in Klink's office.

Klink and Burkhalter were discussing the progress of other stalags around Germany and Burkhalter's continuous urge of Klink to marry his sister, when Hochstetter slammed the door open and barged on in. His eyes were tainted with fire and anger. His arms were behind his back, and he stared coldly into both Klink's and Burkhalter's eyes.

"I know he did it! I know that man's guilty behind all of this!" Hochstetter hollered, slamming his right fist onto Klink's desk.

Slightly zoning out, Klink was startled, when the gestapo major slammed his fist down. Klink immediately rose to his feet and saluted the gestapo officer. Burkhalter had risen, as well, but was not terrified of the man, like Klink was.

"Major, I thought you would be at the explosion site investigating." Klink gasped, trying to not show any fear. Hochstetter, however, was not stupid and could read the terror of his presence right on the withering Kommandant's face.

"Major Hochstetter, what brings you out here at this time of night?" Burkhalter questioned.

"Colonel Hogan, that's why I'm here." Hochstetter snarled.

Burkhalter sighed and shook his head.

"Are you referring to what happened last night at the ball bearing plant four miles from here, Major?"

"Of course about the explosion last night! What else would I be talking about?!"

Klink was about to join in and make a comment, but decided not to not only from Burkhalter's warning glare, but for the sheer fact of Hochstetter becoming more angry than he was. The Kommandant had never seen the major so enraged in his entire life. Whatever this was about, he knew Hochstetter was not going to back down so easily regarding his speculation this time.

"Major, this obsession you have with Colonel Hogan has gone on far enough. Everytime you think Colonel Hogan is behind something regarding a sabotage or mishandling regarding the Germans progress in the war, you have never found any proof of him causing the incident."

"General Burkhalter does make a point, Major Hochstetter." Klink replied, taking the general's side.

Hochstetter snapped his head towards Klink and glared at him with cold, evil eyes.

"Stay out of this, Klink!" Hochstetter warned.

"Yes, Major; staying out of it, Major." Klink tremored. The old Kommandant slowly slid back down into the safety of his chair behind his desk. Everytime Hochstetter was there, he always felt like he was hiding something horrid that if the gestapo major were to find out about, would cost him more than his life.

Hochstetter snapped his attention back at the big general and sneered.

"That's where you're wrong, General Burkhalter; I have, for once in my life, proof to further investigate regarding Colonel Hogan's involvement with last night's explosion." Hochstetter growled.

"Assumptions and speculations do not count as sufficient evidence, Major." Burkhalter protested. He was growing very fed up of the gestapo major's continuous goal of exploiting Hogan for something he thought that he had far from involvement regarding the sabotages going on around Stalag 13.

"It isn't a speculation, nor is it an assumption. I have physical evidence to put right in front of your blind eyes for once!"

"Name one,"

"First off, where is Colonel Hogan?"

Klink trembled a bit before answering the major's question, before Burkhalter got the chance to speak.

"Colonel Hogan is in the hospital in critical condition. He's in a coma and has 48 hours left before we have more information on whether he will live or die." Klink answered, shaky.

"Hmmmmm...interesting...explosion injuries, maybe?" Hochstetter sneered, particularly at no one.

"No, Major; Colonel Hogan fell out of his bunk last night and hit his head on his footlocker." Klink said.

"Likely story," Hochstetter snarled.

Klink gulped and nodded suffering from tremors of fear.

Burkhalter shook his head and rolled his eyes to the ceiling. He was not also irritated with Hochstetter's preposterous claim, but he was also agitated that Klink was still a cowering, bumbling moron, as always. It was no surprise why the man had yet to become a general.

"I've heard enough of this nonsense, Major. I would advise you to go back to your investigation and drop the whole Hogan ordeal." Burkhalter ordered.

"That's not the only physical evidence I have." Hochstetter snarled.

"I don't care what it is, Major. It's probably someone's useless piece of garbage you happened to pick up under suspicion."

"Oh yeah; what do you call this, then?!" Hochstetter exclaimed, pulling his left arm out in front of him and shaking something in his hand.

Klink shot up from his desk and stared in horror at what Hochstetter was holding in his hand. It was a brown crush cap that belonged to an officer in the USA Army Air Corps...it was Hogan's.