Shane set the new hot water bottle next to Andrew's chest and handed the old one to Simmons. Andrew still had not woken up, but his color seemed better and his breathing was more visible than earlier. As Shane layered the blankets back over his son, he looked at Neil, who was checking his thermometer.

"93.2," Neil said. "That's an improvement."

A wave of relief started to wash over Shane, but it stopped suddenly. "Then why hasn't he woken up?"

"It takes time, Shane. Andrew's been through a terrible shock. The car accident and then the cold. Let him sleep. He'll wake up pretty soon and then I can make sure he's okay. Right now, this is as good as we could've hoped for."

Shane let out a deep breath. "Thank you. . . . You have no idea how-"

"I told you already. Andrew's my godson." He glanced down at the bed. "Andrew's a strong boy. He's always been a fighter."

Shane just nodded.

"I'd say you could use some sleep, too-" Neil raised his hands in mock surrender as Shane began to protest. "I know. I know. There's not a chance of it. Suit yourself. . . . I'm going to take a catnap." He shook his head. "To think I used to go for weeks like this, but I'm not nearly as young as I was when I was a resident."

After Neil left, Shane leaned back in his chair and watched his son sleep. Shane rubbed his tired eyes and re-rolled the sleeve on his shirt. Simmons had brought it in earlier and Shane had just pulled it on and haphazardly rolled up the sleeves. He wanted to give in to sleep, but he fought it. It was too important that he be here when Andrew woke.

He sat in the dim light of Andrew's bedroom for awhile, thinking. For the first time since he had left Caroline's, Shane began to focus on Kim and Kayla. Andrew would probably be okay, but they were still gone, and Shane had no idea who had taken them.

As he thought, Shane became puzzled. His two main suspects were Jericho and Lawrence. But kidnapping Kim and Kayla did not really seem like something either of them would do. At this point, with Shane no longer in the ISA, what purpose did it serve? And why take Kayla?

Over and over, he ran through the evidence and the suspects. But, every time, he came to the same conclusion. Something did not make sense. There was something he was missing.

"Hey, partner," Roman's voice interrupted Shane's thoughts.

Shane looked up in surprise. "Oh . . . Roman . . . I didn't realize you were still here." Simmons had reported that Roman had arrived and was making some calls in the library, but that had seemed like hours ago. "What time is it?"

"Just about 5:30," Roman said. "We set up a bit of a remote HQ in your library for the time being."

Shane nodded. He knew what Roman was not saying. Andrew would be the best source for any clues - when he woke up. "Do you have any news at all?"

"Not really." Roman shrugged. "We've got every cop in Salem looking for them and we should've found the other car by now. It had to have a lot of front-end damage, so if it was in Salem-"

"It should have turned up." Shane understood. "So we're dealing with someone who is good at covering their tracks. But I don't get it, Roman. This had to be an opportunistic attack. The first day Kim wasn't at my house, a spur-of-the-moment shopping trip. . . . They couldn't have planned for that."

"Or they had a general plan that was ready to go on a moment's notice," Roman said.

That was true. Shane looked up at the ceiling and then back at Andrew. "I feel so bloody stupid right now. If I hadn't. . . ." Shane paused, realizing it probably was not the best idea to disclose that he had slept with Kim the night before and then acted like a horse's arse in the morning.

"If you hadn't? Are you going to tell me why Kim was at Ma and Pop's?" Roman crossed his arms and waited.

Shane sighed. "I don't want to argue, okay. I did something stupid and Kim rightfully walked out, and by the time I realized I'd been a damned fool, it was too late. So let's just leave it at that."

Roman gave a sympathetic look. "You're right. It's not the time to point fingers." He leaned against the wall, next to the door.

"You know what's the worst thing?" Shane quietly asked. When Roman just waited, Shane said, "It's feeling so damn helpless. We don't know where Kim and Kayla are, and all I can do is hope Andrew wakes up and is okay-"

"I know. I've been there. It's always a lot worse when it's your kid who's hurt or in danger," Roman said. "You just have to keep the faith - that Andrew will be fine and we're going to find Kimmie and Kay. None of us are going to rest until we find them."

Shane appreciated Roman's confidence. "How's Steve handling it?" Shane asked. "Sometimes I forget that it's only been two months since his rescue."

"And he's not the most low-key type." Roman chuckled slightly. "He's got Bo to keep him in check - and, yeah, Bo isn't the most low-key type either, but I think he'll stop Steve from doing anything too crazy. They're back out driving around Salem right now looking for clues. It's probably the best thing for both of them."

"I guess there is something to be said for keeping them occupied." Shane actually envied Steve and Bo. Even if it was just driving around, at least it would feel like they were doing something to find Kim and Kayla.

A noise to Shane's right caused him to turn his attention back to the bed. Andrew's head was moving, albeit slowly, from side to side.

"Andrew!" Shane tried to temper his excitement by keeping his voice low, then turned to Roman. "Go get Neil."

Andrew stirred a little more and murmured, but not anything intelligible. Shane leaned forward and stroked the boy's cheek.

"That's it, son. Wake up." Shane took Andrew's hand in his. "I'm right here, Andrew. You're safe now. I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

Neil burst into the room with Roman right behind. "Is he-"

"I think he's coming to," Shane said. Still holding Andrew's small hand, he reached out with his other hand and brushed some of Andrew's hair off his forehead. "Come on, Andrew. Wake up. Daddy's here."

Andrew turned his head from side to side and, finally, his eyes opened a crack. It took a little longer for them to focus on Shane. Then, in a small voice, Andrew whispered, "Daddy?"

Shane gasped in relief and pulled Andrew into a tight embrace. "Oh, Andrew, I was so worried. Thank God."

Behind Shane, Neil spoke. "Shane. . . ."

Feeling slightly embarrassed at being so emotional, Shane let go of Andrew and lowered him carefully back onto the bed. "Andrew . . . Dr. Curtis is here to make sure everything's okay. Do you understand?" At Andrew's bewildered nod, Shane added, "I'm going to stay right here. I'm not going anywhere."

He stepped aside so Neil could check Andrew's vitals and motor skills. After a few minutes, Neil looked at Shane. "I don't think there's anything to worry about." He turned back to Andrew. "Now, young man, I want you to stay in bed and do everything your father and Simmons tells you to. No running around for awhile."

Wide-eyed, Andrew nodded. Then he looked up at Shane. "Where's Mommy?"

Shane started to answer, but stopped. He had not even considered how he was going to explain that Kim was missing. How do you explain that to a five-year-old?

As he was mulling the question over, Roman stepped forward. "Andrew, we're hoping you can help us with that. Do you remember being in the car with your mom?"

Andrew pursed his lips for a moment and then nodded.

"And do you remember what happened after that?" Roman asked.

"Mommy told me to run," Andrew said, hesitantly.

Shane spoke before Roman could. "Why? Why did Mommy tell you to run?"

Andrew's eyes went wide again and his breathing seemed to speed up.

"It's okay," Shane said. "Calm down, son. You don't have to tell us until you can."

"Shane. . . ." Roman's voice carried a warning, and Shane knew what it was. They needed Andrew to talk. But right now, Shane was not going to pressure his son. Andrew had been through too much trauma already.

"I won't force him," Shane snapped. Turning back to Andrew, he said, "It's okay if you don't remember."

Andrew shook his head. "But I do, Daddy." He looked Shane directly in the eyes and whispered, "Mommy told me to run 'cause of Uncle Cal. She said Uncle Cal's a bad man - a very bad man."