Some fun stuff to come!

"Tina!" Rachel whispered excitedly. "He's coming this way!" Tina and Rachel watched from the small window in the house. Tina, ever the resourceful one, was already formulating a plan in her head. It was funny the almost instant bond they now seemed to have. As if sharing a secret had forged a friendship in them.

"Go! Hide!" Tina ordered, as there was a knock on the door. Rachel hid under her bed. Her heart was beating wildly. She remembered that man vividly now. He had held her captive. She wasn't sure of the reasons why, but he was one of the men that had held her captive. She remembered that he would often take certain "liberties" with her. Touching her in ways that made her feel like vomiting. Rachel heard the door open. Jamie, his name was Jamie.

"Looking for the new farmer named Rachel," Jamie stated.

"That would be me," Tina answered confidently. There was a long pause. "Is there something you needed?"

"No, I apologize, it's just my wife, that was her name. She's been missing for a while," Jamie advised.

"Sorry hope ya find her!" Tina replied cheerily.

"Thanks," Jamie mumbled. Rachel heard the door close.

"Coast is clear," Tina whispered. Rachel crawled out from under the bed.

"That man," Rachel advised. "He is not my husband. He was one of the men that held me captive."

"Really?" Tina asked barely able to contain her excitement. This story was getting bigger by the moment!

"Yes," Rachel sighed. Tears rolled down her face. She was so grateful that Tina had been there and thought so quickly on her feet. "Thank you Tina."

"You're welcome," Tina replied. "I'm going to go home now. I'll let you know when that bastard leaves town."

Henry watched the man leaving his farm.

"Not the right girl?" Henry asked, the man shook his head. Henry sighed. He had hoped for some insight for Rachel. Felicity worried about Rachel's lack of memory. There was something mysterious and elusive about Rachel, that Henry couldn't quite put his finger on. He didn't know if it was due to her amnesia, or if there was something more.

Jack was itching to find out details on the murder, but instead was stuck staying undercover. He sat at the bar in Moonlight Cafe, the blonde barmaid Eve was flirting shamelessly with Vaughn, who was also sitting at the bar. Vaughn was doing his best to ignore her advances. Jack hoped to learn some more about the man by observing him.

"Do you spend most of your nights alone?" Eve asked Vaughn. "That's a shame that such a handsome man as yourself doesn't have a woman to keep him company." She leaned up against the bar. Vaughn could easily read between the lines. Eve was offering herself to him. He weighed his options. He was staying at the Sanatorium, but it wouldn't hurt to involve himself with a woman. It would make him look more "normal."

"I manage," Vaughn replied, trying to put a lightness in his voice he didn't feel. He smiled back at Eve. She had a voluptuous figure, and Vaughn had noticed that she was beautiful. But it was a superficial beauty. She was obviously a woman who was accustomed to using her body to get her way.

"Well sugar, you let me know if you're looking for some fun," Eve purred.

"Eve! Get back to work!" Her Uncle Duke yelled. Eve made a face.

"Back to the taskmaster," Eve replied with a wink at Vaughn.

"She's a hot one," Jack mused. "Wouldn't mind a roll I'm the hay with her." Vaughn turned to the man. He'd heard of this man. He'd come into Flowerbud as a homeless drifter and got a job at the seed shop.

"Yeah," Vaughn replied. "Thinking about taking her up on her offer."

"Can't blame ya there," Jack lied. Eve was a vapid woman who clearly used her sexuality. Most men liked that, but not him.

"So where did you come from?" Vaughn asked. He didn't trust this stranger.

"Used to live in Highland City. Was in the foster system most my life. Started wandering and drifting around. But I like it here," Jack stated. He was good at being quick on his toes. Vaughn couldn't verify his story very easily this way.

"What about you man?" Jack asked.

"Here helping my cousin out. He said he needed someone to help around his Sanatorium," Vaughn advised. "Live in Highland city myself. Name's Mark."

"Jack," Jack replied. He turned back to his beer to avoid looking like he was too interested in Vaughn. Tonight's conversation had been enough of an introduction.

Later that evening, Jack watched as Eve led Vaughn up to a room in the Inn. That could definitely be used to his advantage. She'd be a good witness if needed.

Gwen's little office turned into a tactical area for the small team that had come to investigate Kurt's murder. Gwen was nearly beside herself, but doing what she could to keep it together. A man named Agent Martinello headed up the team.

"Ma'am do you have any suspicious characters here in Town?" Martinello asked.

"Vaughn Layton's here. He's going by the name Mark," Gwen whispered. "I suggest you interview Jack too, just as a formality. Since he's 'new' too." She used finger quotes around the word new.

"Was already planning on that ma'am," Martinello informed. "Jacks a good man."

"Yes he is," Gwen stated. She buried herself back into paperwork to avoid crying. Kurt was dead. It was hard to believe. She had been barely holding on by a thread all day long. Kurt had been the love of her life for so long. He had been the main reason she'd returned to Flowerbud. She berated herself for being so blind when it came to him. How had she missed this? How had she not noticed what Joe had? She was a detective for Goddess sake! Gwen rubbed her fingers against her temples. She couldn't wait for this day to be over. She wanted to to get home, so she could mourn in solitude.

Rachel moved around her house, she was restless, but dared not to venture out of her house, for fear of running into Jamie. She couldn't help but wonder why he had held her captive. She couldn't help but wonder if there really was a family out there missing her somewhere. Although out of all the memories she had, supported just the opposite. There was a knock on her door. She jumped. She sat silently at her chair as the pounding got louder.

"Come out!" A voice yelled. She recognized the voice as Jamie. Her heart was beating faster and faster. How had he figured it out? The pounding continued to increase, and Rachel started looking around for something to protect herself with.