Sarah woke up with a start. Her hands were shaking and beads of sweat were dripping from her forehead. Her chest was heaving as she continued to pant. Glancing over at Chuck and finding he was still asleep, Sarah threw the bed sheets off of her body and quietly got out of bed. Sarah didn't bother putting on her robe; she felt too hot. She left the room, being careful not to wake Chuck, and headed for the bathroom. She entered the small room, stood in front of the mirror and bent down towards the sink. Rubbing her hands over her eyes she looked up into the mirror. Turning the faucet on she splashed some water on her face before drying it with a hand towel. Looking back into the mirror, she took her tank top off and brushed her hands over the red scar that would only fade. It would never disappear: a constant reminder of what happened. Sarah looked back into the mirror and shook her head. She frantically put her shirt back on and rushed out of the bathroom. As she walked down the hall she heard Clara start to cry from her bedroom. Knowing Devon that was working the night shift tonight and that Ellie needed her sleep, Sarah walked into the room. Clara was standing up in her crib as her 'big girl' bed was not put together yet. Sarah picked the little one up and held her close. Clara quieted down but still continued to cry. Sarah started to brush Clara's hair out of the way before her hand started to feel wet.

"What the?"

Sarah walked over to the door and flicked the light switch on. Sarah looked at Clara's hair which was covered in puke, her pajamas not looking much better. Sarah peered into the crib seeing the stained bankets. Sarah placed Clara on the dresser before changing her out of her pajamas and her diaper she wore at night as she was being potty trained.

Clara's eyes drifted close before she opened them again. Sarah picked Clara and carried her down the hall to the bathroom farthest away from Ellie, who hadn't slept in days. Placing the little girl on her knee, Sarah turned the knob on the bathtub letting water flow out. Sarah turned the knob until the water was cool enough it would take Clara's temperature down. Sarah placed Clara in the bath and began to scrub the puke out of her hair. Clara could barely keep her eyes open and was having a hard time sitting up. Sarah placed her hand on Clara's back to keep her from falling. After Clara was clean, Sarah lifted her out of the tub and wrapped her in a towel before turning of the light and leaving the bathroom. Clara placed her head on Sarah's shoulder and wrapped her arms around her neck. Sarah checked in on Ellie and Chuck who were both asleep before heading back to Clara's room. Placing Clara down on the dresser, Sarah put Clara in a new diaper and clean pajamas. Sarah picked the toddler up again and walked downstairs to the kitchen before wetting a washcloth with cold water and placing it on Clara's forehead.

"Let's go back to bed." Sarah whispered to Clara

Sarah walked up the stairs into the bedroom while holding Clara. She placed the child down in her crib with a blanket.

Clara struggled to get back up. When she did she stood up and started crying her arms stretched out toward Sarah.

"Clara, you need to sleep." Sarah replied

Clara continued to whine.

Not wanting to wake Ellie up, Sarah grabbed Clara out of her crib and walked back to the guest bedroom with her.

Chuck was dead asleep on the far side of the bed so Sarah climbed in gesturing for Clara to come. Climbing on the bed next to Sarah, Clara laid down next to her aunt, her head on Sarah's chest. Sarah's arm wrapped around Clara and pulled the blankets up. Clara was asleep in minutes and so was Sarah.

The next morning, Chuck wandered into the bathroom, trying- and failing- to keep his eyes closed. Yawning loudly, Chuck finally reached to flip on the light switch and caught a glimpse of Sarah on the bed. She was curled up around Clara, the toddler fast asleep on Sarah's chest. Both of them took a deep breath simultaneously, and Chuck walked over to sit on the edge of the bed, gazing down at his beloved wife. This could've been Finn, Chuck thought.

Two years from now, Finn could have woken up from a nightmare, and Sarah could have comforted him in the middle of the night. She would have sat next to him in bed, dried his tears and calmed his sobs. Then she would have brought him into bed with them, allowing Finn to sleep beside his parents as the night drifted on.

Chuck smiled sadly, fingering a few strands of Sarah's hair. She stirred at his touch, blinking her eyes open. "What?" Sarah asked, gazing up at him.

Chuck shook his head. "Nothing. You'd better get up. We have to leave soon."

"What time does our plane leave?"

"9:15."

Sarah carefully moved the still-sleeping Clara to the middle of the bed and glanced at the clock. "Chuck, it's 8:30! I still have to get ready!"

"Sorry, sorry. I just have to-" Chuck bolted to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before he puked up his dinner from the night before.

Sarah leaned forward to see into the bathroom. "Chuck? Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm-" Chuck started to answer but threw up again.

Sarah got out of bed- careful as to not wake up Clara- and went into the bathroom. She leaned against the doorframe and watched Chuck as he dry-heaved over the toilet. "Chuck-" Sarah sighed as she walked slowly over to him. Helping him up, she proceeded to put her hand on his forehead, checking his temperature. "You're burning up. Are you sure we should leave today?"

"Yeah, I have a meeting tomorrow that I have to be at. I'll be okay."

Sarah began to nod, but heard Clara throw up all over their bed. She rushed back into the other room toward Clara. Holding her hair back, Sarah called for Chuck to bring a towel. Chuck ran into the bedroom at Sarah's command, his arms full with every towel he could find. Tripping over his own feet, he dumped the towels onto Sarah. Sarah glared at him angrily, yanking out the last remaining towel from Chuck's arms. Sarah used the towel to wipe Clara's face then carried her into the bathroom to clean her back up. Sarah called to Chuck, "Hey, would you see if Ellie's awake? If not don't wake her up."

Chuck responded to Sarah's question by yelling across the house. "Ellie?! Are you awake?!"

Ellie marched into the room and slapped Chuck across the face. "I am now."

Chuck clung to his stinging cheek as he walked back into the bathroom, where Sarah was assisting Clara. "She slapped me," he complained.

"Aw, you poor baby," Sarah said sarcastically. She pretended to examine the red mark, then hit him in the same place Ellie had.

"Son of a bi-"

"No!" Ellie snapped as she entered the bathroom, nodding her head in Clara's direction.

"-Bill Clinton." Chuck finished.

Sarah placed Clara in the bath for the second time that night. "What happened?" Ellie asked.

"The baby threw up and so did Clara."

"Hey!" Chuck yelled, but the women ignored him.

Ellie went downstairs to get Pepto Bismal for Clara's stomach.

"I'll be right back."

Clara wailed like a banshee as soon as Ellie left the room, leaving Sarah and Chuck to care for her. Chuck fruitlessly attempted to calm her down, making pathetic shushing noises. Sarah rolled her eyes.

"Screw it," she said, sitting behind Clara in the bathtub, still fully clothed. Clara immediately stopped crying and clung to Sarah. Chuck raised his eyebrows.

"I guess that's one way to solve it."

Sarah sighed. "I had to take a shower anyway. This takes care of both problems."

Ellie walked back into the room, holding a bottle of medicine. "What the he-"

"No!" Chuck said, sarcastically. He pointed emphatically at Clara, accidentally hitting Sarah in the face. "Not in front of the baby!"

"-ck."

Sarah laughed and handed Ellie her dripping daughter. As Sarah stepped out of the tub, she slipped on the wet tile. Chuck caught her in his arms, before turning to the side and throwing up on Sarah.

Ellie wrapped Clara in a towel. "I'll leave you to it." She left the room, singing softly to calm Clara.

Sarah rightened herself on her feet and turned to Chuck. "What time is it?"

Chuck glanced at his watch. "Almost 8:50."

"I'm going to kill you! Chuck, we're going to be late and you puked all over me!"

"Can you shower in 5 minutes?"

"That's like asking Morgan to do a push up."

"Right, well scoot over I need to shower too."

"Uh, no, if you get in here we are gonna be way longer than 5 minutes."

"I'm not feeling good, I just want to take a shower." Chuck clearly stated

"Then go use the shower down the hall." Sarah replied pointing towards the door

30 MINUTES LATER

"You know we missed our flight by now Sarah, you need to hurry."

"I'm fine and we haven't missed it. You got the time wrong it's at 10:15, I just checked."

"Awesome."

"I heard my name!" Devon said as he barged into the room.

"Ah!" Chuck squealed trying to cover his chest

"Yes, Chuck, cover your boobs." Sarah stated sarcastically

Devon looked around.

"Oh whoops, sorry Sarah." Devon said as he quickly left the room

"Why didn't he say sorry to me?" Chuck asked

"Because you are pratically dressed, Chuck!"

"Whatever." Chuck mumbled

"Have you seen my black top?"

"Sarah you have like 23 black tops."

Sarah glared at him, "Do you really want to play that game right now."

"Is that Ellie calling me?" Chuck said as he looked around and then looked at Sarah. "I better go see what she wants."

Sarah rolled her eyes as Chuck rushed out of the room. She finished getting dress before she suddenly felt nauseous as well.

Sarah leaned against the wall and closed her eyes trying to the relieve the nauseous feeling.

It didn't work.

"Sarah, are you okay?" Ellie said as she walked into the room

"Yah, I just threw up as well."

"You sure you guys don't want to stay an extra day?"

"Yah, I think it's food poisoning from that pie Chuck made last night, plus we have a really important meeting tomorrow that we cannot miss."

"I'm so glad I didn't have that pie."

ON THE PLANE

"Chuck this is the most ghetto plane ever." Sarah said

"Yah, but on the bright side the tickets were really cheap."

"My seatbelt is practically duct taped together!"

"On the bright side, you have a seatbelt."

"Chuck there is a guy holding a chicken behind us."

"It's a rooster."

"This is going to be a long flight."