"Just put the leftovers in the fridge for Sarah in case she's hungry when she gets home," Jenny instructed Shane as they finished dinner and he started to gather up the dishes. "She might eat with her friends, but just in case she doesn't, I don't want her to starve."

"Sounds good," Shane nodded.

"Are you sure you don't want any help? I can do some light work, you know."

"Jen, climbing the stairs is already pushing it," Shane told her with a shake of his head. "I'm here to help, so let me do that. You just go read a book or something. I've got this."

"I feel bad letting you do all the work."

"Trust me, slaving over chores is much better than having a dead sister," Shane chuckled as he sent her out of the kitchen. "Honestly, go relax."

"You could have picked a better word than slaving if you were trying to make me feel better," Jenny said, but did as her brother wanted and left. Shane gathered up the dishes in the sink and as he started to wash them he heard the doorbell ring.

"I'll get it!" he called out, before Jenny tried to get up. Her heart attack had taken a toll on her physically and until she was back in shape, he didn't want her to push herself. If that meant he had to run around the house like a maniac for another couple of weeks, he could gladly do it. He hurried to the door and answered it.

"You look like my mother," Kelly said with a little chuckle when Shane opened the door in an apron and rubber gloves. "You know, before the whole homophobic, conversion therapy, kidnapping ordeal."

"Ha-ha," Shane rolled his eyes. "There's nothing wrong with a man taking control in the kitchen. In fact, women quite like it."

"I'm sure they do," Kelly nodded her head.

"Sarah's not home," Shane then said, assuming that was the reason for Kelly's visit. "Actually, to be honest, I thought she'd be out with you."

"Really?" Kelly frowned. "Because RedBot said she left school early to come home and rest."

Shane looked to Kelly, then stepped outside and shut the door. He didn't want his sister to hear the conversation he was about to have and put more strain on her heart.

"Sarah never came home," he said. "Jenny and I have been here all day and… Sarah couldn't have come in without me knowing."

"Are you sure?"

"I've been in the kitchen making dinner," Shane said. "I would have heard her."

"Well, she is a ninja."

"So am I," Shane said. "Have you called her?"

"I didn't think I'd have to," Kelly took out her phone and tried to call, but Sarah's phone went straight to voicemail. She then tried the data com. "Sarah? Hey, Sarah, are you there? Shane and I are wondering where you are. You never came home."

There was some static on the other end, then the communicator cut out completely. Kelly had a sick feeling in her stomach as she looked up at Shane.

"That can't be good, right?"

"Can those be traced?" Shane asked and Kelly nodded her head. "Can you trace it?"

"I can get an approximate location," she answered.

"Good enough for me," Shane said and opened the door, "Jenny, are you going to be okay by yourself for a bit? I just need to run out to the store."

"You're not going to tell her?" Kelly whispered as Shane grabbed his car keys. He shook his head.

"Are you kidding? And give her a second heart attack? Jenny can't know until Sarah's safe or until we know for sure there's something to worry about."

"She's going to be so pissed when she finds out," Kelly shook her head.

"Trust me, I can handle it," Shane promised. "Just tell me where to drive."

-Ninja-Steel-

Coffee with her older brother had been rather pleasant. While Sarah didn't share all the details, she told him how she spent the first four years of her life with her mother and Drex, and how the more she could recall how that time and been, the more she realized it had been hell for her. Thomas, in some ways, could relate. He said when he was born, Drex and Kathryn kept him around too, using him to bring in more girls for business. Sarah had learned that Thomas was how Drex had pulled in Angel and Jackie, whom she had once considered her aunts.

He then told her how the police had raided the house one night and found him, as well as a houseful of drugs and prostitutes and that was the last he every saw his parents. He had been taken to foster care, where he was placed in home after home, never quite settling down.

He spoke of how much he hated foster care, and that though he knew living with Drex and Kathryn wasn't ideal now, it was all he had known as a kid. Though they were sometimes tough with him, they were still his parents and he loved him.

Sarah couldn't relate to that part at all. Though initially she had missed her mother, life with her father had always been better.

"It's better when you have a good parent. The system took me out of a bad home and put me in a different one. At least with my parents, I was with family, you know," Thomas had explained, and Sarah had to concede the point.

At some point, Sarah had excused herself to use the washroom. When she returned, she finished up her coffee with Thomas and accepted his cell phone number when he offered it to her. When she got up to leave, she wobbled a little bit. Thomas jumped up to help steady her.

"Are you okay?" he asked, and Sarah nodded her head, but the room started to spin. "Do you want me to drive you home? I'm parked just across the street."

"I'll be fine," Sarah said, but when she tried to take a step on her own, she stumbled. Thomas caught her and put his arm around her.

"I'll take you home," he insisted as he grabbed her bag and walked out to his car. With every step, Sarah seemed to slump over more and more. He put her in the back seat, then checked the parking lot to see if there was anyone around, then he closed the door and climbed into the driver's seat. He put Sarah's bag on his lap and looked through it.

"Where's that phone?" he asked, checking every pocket until he found it and then shut it off and tossed it, and the bag, on the seat next to him as he started to drive off.

He was halfway to his destination when he heard what sounded like an alarm. He glanced into the mirror as he heard a voice.

"Sarah?" someone said and he slammed the brakes, put the car in park and turned around, trying to find the source of the voice. As the person continued to speak, he heard her voice was coming from the strange watch on Sarah's wrist and he pried it off her. "Hey, Sarah, are you there? Shane and I are wondering where you are. You never came home."

Once it was off, he tossed it out the window, backed up his car and ran over it as he continued to drive.