Carey kicked the front door a couple of times, and tightened his hold on Fi.

"Molly!" he called, kicking the door again. "Molly!"

"I'm coming," came her tired voice from somewhere in the house. A few moments later the door opened, "Carey, what's- Oh my God, what happened?"

"Molly, what's- Oh God, what happened to her," Will demanded, as Carey carried an almost unconscious Fiona into the house.

"Mom?" came Fi's weak voice.

"I'm right here, baby. Can you get her up upstairs?"

"Yea," said Carey, heading upstairs.

"I have a friend who makes house calls," said Will, heading toward the phone.

"He's on his way over. What happened?" asked Will again, as he entered Fiona's room.

Molly and Annie both looked expectantly at Carey.

"I'm not sure. I mean, I was running when I saw Fi and she looked ready to pass out, which she almost did. I asked her what was wrong but she insisted she was fine but she was burning up. I drove her here and she started drifting in and out as we drove. I tried waking her up when we got here but she wasn't making any sense and I couldn't get her up," explained Carey, sounding scared.

Molly turned back to Fi when she heard her groan, "Fiona, baby? Oh God, she really is burning up, Annie get the thermometer."

"No! Oh God," came Fi's desperate voice as she began to twist and turn. "Help me!"

"Help you what, baby? What is it?"

"No," she moaned again her voice weaker, as her body fell limp.

"Here," said Annie holding out a thermometer.

Molly turned to Will a moment later, fear all over her face, "One-oh- two point three."

"That's really high," said Annie, sounding scared.

"No, leave… be… I…" mumbled Fi, incoherently.

"Annie? Carey? Would you guys wait downstairs, that way we'll know when the doctor gets here?" asked Will.

"Um, yea."

"Sure."

"Dorian," Fi moaned, as she began to thrash about again.

"Well?" Molly pushed, again.

"Let her rest."

"Let her rest? My daughter has a dangerously high fever and is practically delirious, and all you can say is 'let her rest'? That's it, I'm taking her to a hospital."

"Mrs. Phillips, from what you've told me your daughter has overworked herself to the point of exhaustion, she's helping to head a company launch at the same time as she is adjusting to a new country, a new home, a new lifestyle. Plus, I think she has a touch of the flu. That's a lot for a body to take, and it's all taking its toll on her at once. So, yes, let her rest, which is exactly what a hospital would have her do. Use cool clothes to keep her fever down, whenever she's awake enough try to get fluids and Tylenol in her but don't worry if you can't. If her fever spikes again or her symptoms worsen feel free to give me a call but in the end you just need to let her-"

"Rest?"

"Exactly. Now, if you'll excuse me?" he said, giving Will a pointed look as he turned to leave.

"Yea, sure," snapped Molly going to sit by Fiona.

"I'll see you out," offered Will.

"I'm sorry Owen," said Will, "She's just… worried."

"I know," he smiled, "Now, I suspect you want my real diagnosis?"

"Yes."

"Don't worry, the company's precious Fiona Phillips should be just fine."

"Should? This girl is important to us, I need more than a should."

"Yes, yes, I know. Now, where is that blonde girl?"

"Here," said Annie stepping into the room. "What's going on?"

"Good, good. Miss Phillips is… on a sort of vision quest, a very powerful one. It is important she finishes, which is why her mother mustn't take her to the hospital and it is why I need you," he said turning to look at Annie.

"Me? What can I do?"

"She needs a guide."

Comprehension dawning, Annie looked down to where she felt her panther's presence coming from and closed her eyes. It took a few minutes of concentrating but when she opened her eyes, she could actually see him.

"Please?" she asked, and watched as he made his way upstairs to Fi. "Will it help? Can you actually borrow somebody else's spirit guide?"

"I'm not certain. It is definitely unconventional but she needs one and her spirit is too burdened, too guarded for her to find her own. I'm hoping this might help keep her safe."

"How long till she wakes up?" asked Will.

"Whenever the dream is finished and that's the best answer I can give you. Just wait things out, she's strong and now she has a guide so don't worry too much."

"Thank you, Owen. What do I owe you?"

"A favor, at some point," he smiled mischievously, and left the house.

"Mom? Is she going to be okay?"

"I don't know, Jack," Molly answered truthfully.

"Why aren't you taking her to the hospital? Do you honestly believe that Owen guy was right?"

"I don't know, Jack. But Will does. Besides, I don't think Fi would want to…to g… g-o to the hospital," Molly stuttered over her yawn.

"Mom, if you don't get some sleep soon, you're going to be sick."

"I'm fine."

"Mom-"

"I'm not going to leave her alone, Jack," Molly snapped. Then looking guilty, "… I'm sorry."

"It's okay. And you don't have to leave her alone, I'll stay with her."

"All night?"

"All night, Mom, I promise."

Molly took one last look at Fi, and patting Jack's shoulder on her way out, said, "Thank-you, baby."

"Hey Fi, you really have to fight this," said jack, re-wetting the cloth on her forehead. "We're all worried about you, mom especially. Come on Fi, we need you to wake up."

"Noooo," moaned Fi weakly, her breath catching.

"Fi? Fiona?"

"…God… Please… can't… gone… help me," she mumbled incoherently, panting heavily.

"Come on Fi, I know you, your stronger than whatever this is. Come back to us."

"Dorian," she gasped, starting to twist and turn again.

"Jack?" came Fi's groggy voice."

"Fi?" he demanded, jerking awake from where he had been dozing. "Fiona? Come on, I'm right here, wake up."

"Jack," she muttered again, her eyelids fluttering open.

"Hi," he smiled, "How're you feeling?"

"Feeling? What happened?" she asked, trying to think through the fogginess that was her mind- so much had happened.

"Fi, what's the last thing you remember?"

"Um? Carey, I was with Carey. Why was I with Carey?"

"He brought you home," Jack reminded her.

"Brought me… Why would…" Fi closed her eyes, willing her mind to clear- it didn't work.

"You collapsed, Fi. He was there and he brought you home," explained Jack.

"When?"

"About four days ago."

"Four days!" she croaked, trying to sit up but, at wave of dizziness let jack push her back down.

"You need to rest, Fi," he instructed.

"I didn't have four days to lose," she moaned, her brain finally starting to clear.

"Don't worry about that now. I'm going to go call mom, she went to the store to get some things for you… Will you be okay alone for a few?"

"Yea, Jack, I'll be fine," she said, biting back a sarcastic retort.

"Alright, I'll be back as soon as I can," he assured, "Is there anything I can get you."

"No, I'm fine."

A few minutes later, Jack was in the kitchen dialing the phone, "Mom?... No, nothing's wrong… No, no, Fi's awake… Yea… right now she's lying down in be- shoot… The shower just started… I know she shouldn't be up but you know how Fi is… Yea… yea… I'll get her back to bed as soon as she's out…okay, are you on your way back, then? Alright, bye."