Adrian knew that he wasn't dreaming. His dreams always ended in a bang. This was real. Today they were in Berkly College where they met. They drove there because Adrian decided that it would help Trudy remember her past.

"I remember this bench," Trudy said smiling.

"You do?"

"That was where you told me you love me the first time," Trudy exclaimed.

"It was," Adrian confirmed.

Suddenly she saw Ethan Rickover.

"Let's check out the place we first met," she suggested but her face had gone pale. He saw her fear and squeezed her hand.

"Hello," Ethan said, "Do you know where the auditorium is?"

"Sure," Adrian said and gave him quick directions without looking at him.

"Thank you," Ethan said and left after looking at Trudy for a good long few seconds.

"I don't like the way he was looking at you," Adrian said, "He was looking at you like you were meat, and he was a starving carnivore"

"Yeah, he gives me the creeps," Trudy said.

They walked into the library.

Ethan was giving a speech but there was something disturbing familiar about the young lady sitting next to Adrian Monk. Years ago, he had done something wrong to a young lady. She was only fourteen at the time. That couldn't be the young lady, could it? He had her killed. She'd been dead for ten years. He had to kill her, or she would have written an article about what he did.

"One thing you must learn," he said, "Is that when you make a mistake always try to make it right."

How could he make this right? Why did he want to?

It couldn't have been her. Nobody could have survived the car bombing. Besides, he reasoned, even if it was Trudy, she wouldn't remember him. She won't remember what he did.

"Have you ever made any mistakes," a student asked him, "and how did you set it right?"

"Everyone makes mistakes," Rickover said, "That's how we grow in wisdom and maturity. One thing you might do if you make a mistake is to apologize and make amends for what you did. If you make the wrong decision for example there's no shame in saying "I was wrong"."

He paused.

"One time for instance I treated someone very distastefully. She was someone I truly cared about, but I was very immature in that day and age. Without going into details, the situation came back to bite me. I got fearful and reacted in that fear."

Initially when Trudy was killed Rickover felt nothing but relief.

Now that some time had passed, he felt heartsick about what he did. He didn't know if that was fear or guilt. All he knew was that this woman who was supposed to be dead was undeniably alive.

If he could go back in time, he wouldn't have ever violated her. He wouldn't have treated her like any less than she deserved to be treated with. He would have been respectful and kind. He certainly wouldn't have had her murdered.

He finished the speech then quickly left and walked towards the library. He found Trudy and Adrian sitting on the sofa in the library.

"Excuse me," Rickover asked, "Are you Trudy Ellison Monk?"

"Yes," Trudy said, "I know who you are too."

"Well, here's the thing. I did some awful things. I want to apologize for what I did."

"I appreciate the apology," Trudy said.

"So do I but here's the thing. You violated her. You made her suffer and you tried to murder her. You caused multiple people much harm and the decisions you've made were awful to say the least. I forgive you. I forgive you for Trudy's sake because Trudy forgives everyone."

"Are you going to report me," Rickover asked

"No," Adrian replied, "But I think it's time for you to retire. I think you should relocate to somewhere you can't harm anyone."

"I've changed," Rickover said.

"I can see that," Adrian replied, "Now you can go to Hawaii. You can go to the south of France, or you can go anywhere else that's far away. I won't let my wife be hurt ever again."

Rickover thought for a moment.

"April always wanted to go to Rome," he said, "and I have friends there."

"It sounds like you have a plan. You have ten hours to go before I do report you," Adrian said.

"Ten hours? That's not a long time."

"Too bad so sad poor you boo Hoo," Adrian said, "Nine hours and fifty-nine minutes and counting."

Quickly Rickover got online and bought tickets for him, his wife and his daughter to go to Rome.

"Adrian, that was amazing," Trudy exclaimed.

"YOU are amazing," Adrian replied.

"Do you really think he's going to go to Rome," Trudy asked.

"He bought the tickets," Adrian replied, "and he knows I will report him if he doesn't go. He's too smart to play games."

Trudy looked relieved.

Three days passed without incident. On Monday when Adrian was heading back to work, Paul stopped him.

"You're an a$$h^le," Paul said, "Thanks to you my best friend moved to Rome."

"Hello to you too," Adrian replied sarcastically.

Paul glared at him.

"You threatened to report him," Paul said.

"True," Adrian calmly replied, "He committed a crime and then committed another crime, attempted murder to cover up for the crime of rape."

"That was a long time ago," Paul commented.

Adrian checked his watch.

"It looks like it's half past, I don't care," he said.

"I really don't like you," Paul said, "You're just like Leland."

"Thank you," Adrian smiled, "Leland is a great guy."

"Really? My son is dead because of your friend's testimony."

"No," Adrian said, "Your son is dead because he murdered and dismembered a child. Let's call a spade a spade."

"My son had problems!"

"No kidding," Adrian quipped, "Normal people don't murder and dismember children, or anyone for that matter."

Paul stuck up his middle finger. Adrian ignored him and continued on his way to work.

"WHAT IF IT WERE YOUR WIFE THAT WAS DEAD," Paul called after him.

My wife wouldn't have done what your son did, Adrian thought to himself, and I'd been under the impression for ten years that Trudy was dead.

"Captain? Are you alright," Scott asked when Adrian came in.

Adrian managed to smile.

"I'm fine," he said and went into the room where they did the roll call.

"Okay everyone," he said, "The color of the day is… green."