As Shane cracked his eyes opened, it took him a moment to recognize his own bedroom. How did I get here? He tried to lift his head, but his body did not seem to want to cooperate. What happened?

He tried to think of the last thing he could remember. Bo was on the phone . . . Why? Shane searched his mind, which was so cloudy.

Jeannie. Bo was arranging for Jeannie to come to the house. Jeannie's in danger.

Then it all came flooding back. Cal. Kim and Kayla being taken. Andrew nearly dying.

How could I have forgotten, even for a moment? How could I have fallen asleep?

Then he remembered Roman and the cup of tea.

"That bloody bastard," Shane muttered, as he forced himself to move and stumbled out of his bed. Whatever drug they had given him still was in his system. His limbs felt heavy and his vision was still cloudy. But he willed himself to the bathroom where he turned on some cold water and splashed it over his face.

Staring into the mirror, Shane realized that he looked like hell. Even after some sleep, he was still pale and his eyes were bloodshot and heavy-lidded. He also realized that the shirt he was wearing was only half-buttoned and even the closed buttons did not align properly with the right holes.

No wonder they drugged me.

He took a few deep breaths, splashed some more water over his face, and then unbuttoned and rebuttoned his shirt. Turning, he walked slowly and a bit unsteadily back into the bedroom. The clock said it was 2:15 and, from the light streaming through the windows, Shane realized it was afternoon. He had been asleep for hours.

Maybe there was some news. And what about Andrew? Shane was torn between rushing downstairs and checking on his son, but then remembered that he had promised to be with Andrew when he woke up. Had that happened?

Leaving the bedroom, Shane made his way toward Andrew's bedroom. Neil was in the hall, just stepping out. For a moment, Neil looked nervous as Shane approached.

I guess I know where Roman got the drug.

Neil shifted uncomfortably.

"It's okay," Shane said. There was no point causing a lot of conflict. What was done was done, and they could not change it - though Shane was going to make sure it never happened again. Shane motioned to the door. "How is he?"

"He's asleep," Neil replied. "But his vitals are pretty much back to normal and, with the motor skills tests I did earlier, I think it's safe to say he won't have any lasting problems. Just make sure he gets rest for the next day or two. I think, after that, he should be back to normal."

Shane let out a deep breath as relief flooded him. Then, he felt a stab of guilt. "Has he been awake? I told him I'd be here."

Neil nodded. "He's woken a few times and asked for you, but we told him you were sleeping. He seemed okay with it." Neil checked his watch. "I'm going to head back to the hospital. I'll check back in a few hours."

"Thank you," Shane said. "You don't know how much-"

Neil cut him off. "It's nothing. Now, you . . . you find Kim and Kayla, and don't kill yourself in the process. Your family needs you, Shane."

As Neil left, Shane slowly opened the door to Andrew's room and stepped inside. Andrew was sleeping and, from the light coming through the curtains, looked healthy again. His color seemed normal, not that pale, sickly color of earlier. His head was resting on his teddy bear and he was breathing easily.

"Thank you," Shane said softly, looking up. "Thank you for my son."

He watched Andrew sleep for a few minutes and then backed out of the room, closing the door carefully so as not to wake the boy. Then he walked toward the stairs and ran into Simmons, who was carrying a large bag of diapers.

"Oh, Sir . . . I was just bringing these up to the nursery."

Shane nodded. "So I guess Jeannie's here?"

"Yes, Sir. I just put her down for a nap." When Shane said nothing more, Simmons continued on his way to the room where Jeannie was sleeping. Instead of following, Shane headed downstairs.

Roman was the only one in the library, and he was on the phone when Shane entered.

"Look, man, I don't want your bureaucratic B.S. Get that car checked out right away," Roman barked into the phone. "Prints, fibers, whatever you find. Have the lab work overtime; there are lives at stake." At that moment, he looked up and spotted Shane in the doorway. "I've got to go. But call me the minute you have anything."

He hung up the phone and looked a little nervous. "You're probably pretty pissed off right now, aren't you?" He looked down. "You were pretty out of control, partner. I didn't know what else to do."

"There's no point belaboring things," Shane said. "Just think about when Carrie or Marlena was missing. How would you feel if I'd drugged you and taken you out of the search?" He did not say anything more, but knew he got his point across when Roman gave a small nod. It would never happen again.

Changing the subject, Shane looked at the phone. "So I gather they found Cal's car?"

"Yeah . . . off a tiny road off the road that leads to Green Oaks. It looks like he had another car stashed there."

Shane tried to think a little. The fog in his brain seemed to have lifted and he pieced things together. "Green Oaks. . . . That's miles away from Route 6. So Cal had another car waiting there for whenever he got the right opportunity."

Which I gave him.

Shane walked over to the couch and sat down. "How could I have been so stupid?"

"It's not your fault," Roman said.

"Say that all you want, but do you know how many times I thought about flying to Alaska to find out if Cal knew anything about those packages Kim get getting?" Shane shook his head angrily. "A couple hours on a plane . . . That's all it would have took, and we would've known Cal was on the loose."

Roman grimaced. "Would you stop blaming yourself? We all should have checked on Cal. Remember . . . I was overseeing the labs on that stuff. There's no point right now. We have APBs on Cal and we may know from the tire tracks what kind of car Cal is now driving."

That was probably the best clue they had, but it did not really mollify Shane. "What about planes and helicopters? Cal's a pilot."

"We've got watches at all the airports. All planes going in and out are under watch and air traffic control is on alert for anything that does not have a filed flight-plan. I'm telling you, partner, it's under control."

Shane rubbed his eyes. He could still feel some of the effects of the drug. "And you've checked out the mountains - where Cal took Kim the last time?"

"Yes," Roman said, his voice rising slightly. "You know, Shane, the ISA aren't the only folks who can conduct an investigation."

Feeling a little sheepish about that, Shane looked down. "I know. . . . I know you're trying. It's just infuriating that there's nothing more we can do when scum like Cal Winters is out there and Kim and Kayla are in danger."

"We'll find them." Roman spoke with confidence. "Look, I'm going to go into the kitchen and get a refill on coffee. The pot's gone cold in here. You probably could use something to eat, too."

Shane shook his head. The last thing he wanted was food. He waved a hand. "Go on. I'll wait here in case the phone rings."

As Roman left, Shane got up and walked over to his desk. He opened up the top drawer and pulled out the jewelry box that held the cameo. Pulling it out, he held the delicate broach in his hand and, for a moment, he could feel Kim's presence. He said a silent prayer that she was unharmed and that she and Kayla could just hang on.

He stared at the carved figure solemnly as he pledged, "I'm going to find you, Kim. I'm going to find you and I'm going to bring you home. Just hang on, my love. Just hang on."