Paul Zackary sat in the psychiatrist's office in Halburrow.

"Hello Mr. Zackary," the psychiatrist said, "My name is Dr. Payton."

"That was my son's name," Paul said softly.

"Was?" Dr. Payton asked gently.

Paul nodded.

"My son was put to death some time ago," he explained.

"That must have been very hard on you," Dr. Payton said.

She looked at Paul with sympathetic eyes.

"It was," Paul said, "I loved my son. I love my son. Just because he's dead doesn't change my love for him."

"I lost my daughter some time ago too," Dr. Payton told Paul, "She was murdered."

"I'm sorry," Paul said.

"I'm sorry you lost your son," Dr. Payton said, putting a hand on Paul's shoulder.

"Do you believe in heaven," Paul asked Dr. Payton.

"I absolutely do," Dr. Payton replied.

"I do too," Paul said.

"Well, it says in your file that you suffer with anger issues," Dr. Payton said changing the subject.

"Very much so," Paul said.

Adrian stood by the bed watching Trudy sleep. It had been over two months since he found out he had his wife back and that amazement never wore off. To Adrian it still felt as new as that day 66 days ago at midnight when he found out that "Natalie" never existed and was actually Trudy.

"Adrian," Trudy whispered, "Are you okay?"

"Right now, I could be in the dirtiest place in the deep bowels of hell, and I would be perfect," Adrian told her, "I'm still amazed that I have you back."

Trudy grinned.

"I love you," she told Adrian.

"I know," Adrian said, "I love you more."

Gently he kissed her lips.

Trudy relaxed. She was feeling great and a little hungry.

"I think I'm going to get something to eat," she said.

"I'll get you something. Are you in pain?"

Trudy sat up.

"No," she said, "The pill hasn't worn off. I'm just hungry."

She paused.

"We still have the pizza left from yesterday," she said.

"On it," he told her.

She got out of bed. With Adrian's help she managed to get into the den. Her parents were watching a movie, but they turned it off when she came in.

"Hi honey," Marsha said.

She got up and helped her daughter to the armchair.

"Thanks mom," Trudy said.

"I'm heating up the pizza we had yesterday," Adrian said, "Do you want any?"

"Sounds good," Dwight said.

"That would be great," Marsha added.

Adrian kissed Trudy.

"I'll be back in a few minutes," he said.

"You seem to have an extreme hatred toward Captain Stottlemyer," Dr. Payton told Paul.

Paul scuffed.

"He's the one that arrested my son. He testified at his trial. He's the reason my son got the death penalty."

"You think he should have gotten life in prison instead?"

"I think he should have gotten help. My son was a drug addict and alcoholic. He didn't know what he was doing!"

"If your killer didn't know what he was doing," Dr. Payton said gently, "Does that make you any less dead?"

She saw a flash of anger in Paul's eyes. He took a deep breath.

"Of course not," he said, "But my son was a good kid."

"I have no doubt about that," Dr. Payton said, "Also, I whole-heartedly believe your son is in heaven. My only point is that you need to think about the victim too. My daughter for example was only five years old when she was murdered. Her killer was only fifteen. He got off on a technicality."

"Did you ever forgive your daughter's killer?" Paul asked.

"That's something I have to do every day. Forgiveness isn't for the person you forgive. It's for yourself so you can have peace."

"So, I should forgive the man that caused the death of my son? I should forgive the people that killed my son?"

"Holding a grudge is like taking poison and then expecting the other person to die," Dr. Payton replied.

"I need a friend," Paul said, "I feel so alone."

"I'm your friend," Dr. Payton said, "I'm on your side. I want you to get well. You're not alone."

"When can my wife and daughters come visit me," Paul asked.

"Next month," Dr. Payton said, "Those are the rules."

"How long am I going to be here?"

"You're going to be here until you're better," Dr. Payton replied gently.

Paul nodded.

"Can I call my wife," he asked.

"Once a week you may call one person," Dr. Payton told him, "I'm sure they explained the rules to you when you got here."

"It's a lot to deal with," Paul admitted.

"I understand," Dr. Payton said.

She looked at the clock.

"Well," she said, "I think our time is up for now. It's time for you to go to group project time."

Paul rolled his eyes inwardly. He held in his sigh of annoyance.

"Okay," he said, "I'll see you later."

He stood up and left Dr. Payton's office.

Trudy woke up late. She was alone. Adrian had gone out for awhile. Her parents must have been asleep.

She grabbed her crutches. She had to go to the bathroom. With great difficulty she managed to get up… and then fall down. She groaned. Within seconds she heard the sounds of her parents' footsteps running.

"Honey what happened," Marsha asked as Dwight helped her up.

"I had to go to the bathroom," she said, "I must have turned the wrong way on the crutches. I fell and… did I wake you guys?"

"You should have," Dwight said, "You could have really gotten hurt."

Marsha helped her into the bathroom.

"Call me when you're done," she said, "Don't try to get up yourself."

Trudy nodded. She used the bathroom and called her mom. Marsha came in and helped Trudy up.

"Thanks mom," she said.

She managed to get to the kitchen table.

"Do you guys know where Adrian went," Trudy asked.

Dwight and Marsha exchanged glances and a smile.

"Okay what's going on," Trudy asked.

"He went to get a surprise for you," Marsha said.

"He did? Did he say what it was?"

"Yes," Dwight said, "But we can't tell you. You'll see when he gets back."