Rachel's heart was beating heavily against her chest. She stood frozen unsure of what to do. She could hear Jamie continue to bang on her door demanding she open it. She did nothing.

"Get out here!" Jamie shouted. "Should have picked a different name if you wanted to stay hidden!" She was more frightened than ever. Finally Rachel heard a voice, it was Henry's. She pressed her ear to the door.

"Just what are you doin?" Henry yelled.

"Trying to talk to your girl here!" Jamie shouted back.

"Clearly she does not want to talk you!" Henry said. She heard the man grunt a response, but couldn't make it out. Then she heard a scuffle. Rachel finally sprang into action, she grabbed a heavy shovel perched up against the wall and opened the door. Jamie was attempting to wrestle Henry down to the ground, but Henry was much tougher than he was. Jamie looked at Rachel, his eyes widened.

"I knew it! You bitch!" Jamie screamed. He pulled away from Henry to go after her. Out of pure instinct, Rachel lifted the shovel. It connected with the side of Jamie's head. She screamed as he crumpled to the ground.

Jack tried to ignore sweet little Lyla's smiles and soft touches. As she became more comfortable with him, she also turned more flirty. If Lyla wasn't so damn adorable, it might have been easier for him to ignore her. But her sweet little sideways glances and tender touches were starting to affect him. He stood pretending to be oblivious of her advances, and focus on both of his jobs instead.

People came and went out of Lyla's shop all day. Jack would help with the heavy lifting. He felt useless. He should be out in the field helping find the person who'd murdered Gwen's lover.

"Hello handsome," a rather busty blond woman greeted Jack. "Never seen you around here before." The woman was standing too close to him for comfort.

"Good afternoon Muffy!" Lyla called out. She sounded less cheery than normal.

"Lyla darling!" Muffy cooed. "When did you get such a handsome man up help you out?"

"He'd been working for me for a few weeks now," Lyla explained, Muffy turned back to Jack.

"Well that's just great. My usual please!"Muffy called out. Jack watched the internal struggle play out on Lyla's beautiful features, before she finally retreated into the back room. "Handsome, what's your name?"

"Jack," he replied. This woman reminded him of the barmaid at Moonlight Inn.

"Well then Jack, what do you do when Lyla's not forcing you to slave away?" Muffy asked. She leaned forward till one of her breasts almost touched his arm. A move Jack was sure drove many men crazy.

"The usual stuff," Jack replied nonchalantly.

"Well then honey, why don't you buy me a drink tonight? This town has a nice little bar," Muffy purred.

"Sorry ma'am," Jack replied. "Don't have a whole lot of extra g, been kinda homeless for a while." He hope that explanation would be enough. Muffy unfortunately was not the type of woman to take no for an answer.

"Well then, let me buy you a drink sugar," Muffy cooed.

"No thank you," Jack stated. He tried to sound offended. Muffy looked undaunted.

"Don't tell me you don't agree with women paying for a man!" Muffy exclaimed.

"Got your bouquet!" Lyla called out at that moment. Muffy sighed and sauntered over to Lyla to pay. Jack took that moment to slip out of the shop into her living area. He hoped she wouldn't mind. It was the only way he could think of to get away from Muffy.

The day of Kurt's funeral was a rough day for many people. Gwen knew that people in town were devastated and frightened. Who in their town was a murderer? Because her affair with him had been a secret, she wasn't afforded the same courtesies that most people who had lost a significant other would have been given. People talked and speculated horrible things about Kurt right in front of her. She was cop, used to hearing all these grisly details, but for some reason hearing them spoken about her lover was so much more difficult.

"Hang in there," Lyla whispered in her ear Gwen was never so grateful for Lyla in her life.

"Thanks," Gwen whispered back. Today she wasn't a cop, or investigator. Today, she was a woman, who was mourning the loss of her lover. Gwen's eyes traveled around the small room in town Hall. She was shocked to see Vaughn there! She was almost certain he was the guilty of Kurt's murder, but couldn't prove it. Vaughn turned, and Gwen quickly looked away.

Henry pulled the rather large man onto his tractor, so he could bring him to the clinic. He wasn't sure who this man was, but there was little doubt that he was not a good man. Rachel stated at him wide eyed and trembling. This was a man from Rachel's past. Felicity had come out after all the commotion, her eyes were brimming over with tears.

"What happened?" She asked. Rachel looked at the beautiful Farmer's wife. Both of them had extended such kindness to her.

"I am so sorry," Rachel side. "I have put you both in this situation. Because of my lack of memory, you could have gotten hurt you." Henry was about to agree with her, when Felicity rushed over to the young girl.

"Don't you worry!" Felicity gushed. She wrapped her arms around Rachel. "I am just glad that you are okay."

"I'm sorry Henry," Rachel stated. She knew Felicity had a kind heart, but Henry, she was sure would be more suspicious. "I don't know anything about this man. Except that he is a bad man, that is all I can say. I know that he had held me captive somewhere, but beyond that I do not know."

Henry stared at Rachel, wondering if he could believe the story or not. Her story was quite incredulous, almost too hard to believe. A girl comes to a small town with no memory, and then claims that a person had held her captive. It was too strange, in part the strangeness was what made her story so believable. How could someone lie about something so peculiar.

"I think it's time you tell us everything you know," Henry said sternly. Felicity glared at her husband.

"Henry! That is no way to treat someone who is in the danger that she is in!" Felicity chided.

"No," Rachel intervened. "He is right. It is time that I tell everyone what I know. It is the only way that I can think of to keep this town safe." Rachel looked at the two people who had treated her so kindly, she felt horrible for putting them in such danger. She knew what she had to do. She had to come clean, even if it's meant exposing herself. Even if it's meant putting herself back in harms way. She could no longer allow for two innocent people, or anyone else in this town, to be in danger because of her.