Author's notes: Thanks to everyone for your reviews of the last chapter. I was unsure about it and so your support was greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Austin comes bouncing into the room as Patrick gathers his suits out of the closet.

"What are you doing Daddy?"

"I'm moving my clothes back into your Mother's bedroom."

"Oh."

Patrick watches his son, a thoughtful expression on his face as he mulls over the information.

"Why?"

Patrick walks over to his bed and lays down the clothes. He sits down and beckons Austin to join him.

"Come here son."

Austin strolls over and suddenly jumps, taking Patrick almost by surprise, luckily he sees it at the last moment and successfully catches him, as well as protecting himself from the charging body. He sits him down on his lap. Austin turns his face towards him, a huge grin on his face.

"You almost got me there."

Austin nods.

"So you want to know why I'm moving bedrooms?"

Austin nods again.

"Well, if you remember, your Mother's bedroom is my bedroom too, I just moved in here temporarily…"

Austin furrows his brow.

"What's tempolarily mean?"

Patrick suppresses a smile, which is difficult watching the concentration on his son's face as he tries to pronounce the word. He brushes his hand through Austin's fringe, primarily to move it out of his eyes, but it falls back into place. Patrick makes a note that he needs a haircut.

"Temporarily. It means, that it's not forever."

Austin's eyes light up with remembrance.

"It was because you were ill."

"That's right."

Austin's puzzled expression returns.

"But you've been better for a long time."

Patrick's taken by surprise.

"What makes you say that?"

"You haven't needed any naps."

"No I guess I haven't. But it's been a little more complicated than that, I've had to sort some things through in my head."

Austin looks at the spot where Patrick got shot. The hair's growing back but it's still obvious to those who know what happened.

"Because you got shot there?"

"Yes, you know it made me forget things?"

Jane pokes him gently in the stomach as he speaks:

"You've been a great help there. It made some things difficult that Daddy can't explain…grown up things."

Austin rolls his eyes and repeats:

"Grown up things….boring."

Patrick smiles and stands up taking Austin with him and spinning him around so he's hanging upside down.

"Exactly! Boring! Would you like to help me move stuff. I'd like it finished for when mommy gets home?"

Austin nods his head, Patrick can feel it against his legs, but he shouts down to him:

"What was that? I can't see you."

Austin's voice come up to his ears.

"Yes Daddy."

Patrick gently shakes him.

"I can't hear you."

Austin's voice comes up to him louder.

"Yes Daddy."

Patrick swings him up and lets him drop on to the bed.

"There was I, looking forward to having you help, and you don't want to help me."

Austin scrambles up on to his knees.

"I do daddy, I said I wanted to help."

"Are you sure?"

Austin nods enthusiastically. Patrick, without warning leaps at him and takes him down back on to the bed. He tickles his tummy.

"Ah hah you didn't see that coming."

Austin's laughing while shaking his head and trying to speak.

"No, no. You got me daddy."

"You bet I did."

Patrick then smothers him in kisses, while Austin still wriggles to get away, but is too helpless with laughter to get any strength to it.

After waking up from her nap Maddy did her best to help with the move. She was assigned socks. She patiently took one pair in each hand from the drawer in his room and placed it in the assigned drawer in the master bedroom. A job that Maddy took seriously, when Patrick tried to take some to help her out, she stomped her feet, announcing they were hers. When he could he sneaked some over, by shoving them in his pocket when she wasn't looking.

Patrick was finishing putting his shaving stuff in the bathroom when he heard a squeal of delight coming from Maddy. He walked in to the bedroom to find Teresa entering with Maddy in her arms. Maddy points to the sock drawer and wiggles to get down. Teresa obliges and Maddy walks over and puts the two pairs she has in her hand, in the drawer and leaves. Teresa watches her go.

"Where's she going?"

"There must be still more socks. She must be almost done by now, and by the way, I don't need any more socks for the next three Christmases. Is that all I ever get? Did they have a sale on or something?"

"It's a tradition that was started a long time ago."

Patrick notices something flicker across Teresa's face.

"Ahh…"

An image flashes across Patrick's mind.

"You bought me some…I didn't have any."

"You had to go away after killing Red John, you went somewhere too warm for socks. You probably threw them away when they wore out and didn't replace them."

Patrick sits down on the bed as her words bring more memories, more images.

"I couldn't find a single sock on the island."

Teresa sits beside him.

"You remember it?"

Patrick nods his head.

"Yes parts. It was beautiful and rustic. It was nice for a while, I…I needed it."

Teresa moves closer.

"Why did you need it Patrick? Can you remember?"

She watches as her husband searches his mind, he shakes it in frustration and then he look up at her.

"I was tired. It was over and I was tired."

Austin comes running in to the bedroom.

"It's the last one."

The two grown-ups look bewildered at him to see Maddy totting in after him.

"It's the last sock, we're done at last."

Patrick holds his arms out and Austin rushes in.

"I couldn't have done it without you. So much stuff."

Austin nods his head in agreement.

"Loads and loads."

Maddy's put away the last pair of socks and makes her way towards them. Patrick scoops her up and kisses her on the cheek.

"A big thank you to Maddy as well. Now we'll play hungry hippos just like I promised."

Austin punches the air and shouts:

"Yea!"

Maddy copies her older brother. Patrick places them both on the floor.

"Go and get it ready and I'll be there in a moment."

Austin rushes off and Maddy follows behind. Teresa calls after her disappearing son.

"Wait up for your sister."

Austin reappears and takes Maddy by the hand and off they go together.

Teresa finds Patrick staring in to space when she returns from putting Austin to bed. She sits down beside him.

"Are you okay?"

He smiles at her.

"I'm fine. The first few months on the island, I grieved for Angela and Charlotte, really grieved, I'd kept them tied to the earth for so long fuelling my revenge, I'd never truly let go. I'd done what I could to make amends for what I'd done.."

Teresa's voice was low:

"You know what you did? What you felt you did?"

He nods his head.

"I'm making connections, There's still a lot to fill in, but it's a start right?"

Teresa takes her husband's hand and places a kiss on his knuckles, hope surging through her.

"It's a start, a great start."