Chapter Two

"I don't like this." Johnny, who had stepped away from the impromptu 'baseball game' some of the men had started, walked up to Roy who was standing near a table that had been set up and was filled with various types of food. He was talking with Dr. Early. "Captain Stanley should have been here by now."

"We were just talking…" Roy started to reply only to whirl around when a couple of teenage boys who belonged to one of the families at the gathering came barreling towards Roy, Johnny and Dr. Early. The two boys had gotten it into their heads to go exploring instead of joining the activities. They looked more than upset.

"Hold it," Roy reached out and grabbed Jack- the older of the two boys-the lad had almost run into him. "Where's the fire?"

The black-haired boy, who stood not quite five feet six inches, took a couple of deep breaths and blurted out, "There's a car turned upside down, a little way off the road a few miles that way." Jack pointed in the direction he and his brother had just come. "I'm not sure, but I am almost certain it belongs to Captain Stanley, but he is not in it!"

The news made everyone's heart jump. Roy ran for his car, asking the boys to go with him. They gladly did as he asked while Johnny headed for his car as well, leaving Dr. Early to answer questions that started coming from others who had had not been close enough to catch what the boys were saying.

Roy's mind was racing as he wasted no time following the young teenagers' direction as he drove down the road. While it seemed to take forever, it wasn't long before Roy Desoto was kneeling down and looking inside the car-which he recognized immediately as belonging to the good captain.

"There's blood here on the ground." John, who had arrived on the scene seconds after Roy, pointed to red fluid near the car.

"There's some inside as well." Roy stood up, fear gripping his heart. "We've got to start looking for him." Even as he said the words, he could see the captain lying out in the middle of nowhere needing help.

"I wonder what happened." Johnny said as he looked at the four perfectly good tires. "It's not like a tire blew."

"I don't know, but I'm ruling out falling asleep. Cap wasn't even close to tired when he left the fire station to go get Boot from the veterinarian." Roy said before suggesting Johnny take the two boys who had alerted them to the situation and go tell the others. "From the looks of it, Cap is injured. We need to find him and find him fast."

"I agree." Johnny headed back for his car while the two teenage boys started helping Roy begin the search for Captain Stanley. It didn't take long for Johnny to return with others who were more than willing to join in the search.

While the search for the good captain began, Jennifer Hansen stood at the side of the bed gazing at the gentleman she had no name for. She was growing more and more concerned as she debated what to do. While the man's breathing wasn't labored and his breathing was steady, he was still unconscious. For what felt like the thousandth time, she looked at the phone. It was still not working. She turned her eyes to the window; she could see the place where her car was usually parked. A sigh escaped her lips. When her vehicle broke down the day before, her cousin had driven her home and promised he'd have the car fixed within a couple days. She hadn't worried about a few days as she didn't go back to work for another week.

"You have got to wake up, mister." Jennifer said as she felt the man's forehead. Earlier he'd felt a tad warm, but now she was relieved to feel no heat whatsoever coming off him. "The only way I have to get help is to either have my daughter or I saddle our horse and go ride for help. How can I go and leave an eight-year-old child in charge of helping you, and how can I send the same child to go get help?" Sighing yet again, she started to turn away from the bed only to hear a soft moan. The sound had her whirling right back around. She was more than relieved to see the man open his eyes.

She wasn't surprised when the stranger looked confused as his eyes surveyed the room he was in, nor was she shocked when he moaned again and started to touch his head. "Just relax, sir. Everything will be okay." She said as she reached out and gently lowered his arms back down. She went on to tell him where he was, who she was and what he was doing in her home. "I don't mind caring for you; it's no trouble really. I'm just happy you're awake, had me worried." She pulled the chair she'd used before back over and sat down. "Though, it would be nice to know who I'm caring for." Jennifer didn't know what to think as the man started to open his mouth only to have him close it. "Sir?" Her eyes and voice were full of concern.

His gaze swept across the room once more, taking in the light brown paneling on the walls, and the meticulously spaced pictures hanging there. Near the door, there was a tall brown dresser. Attached to the back of the dresser was a mirror with a wooden frame featuring an exquisite design. Then his eyes moved to the woman standing before him. Her pitch-black hair was pulled back. Whether it had done up in bun-or some other style, he could not tell from where he lay. However, her hazel eyes were looking at him compassion and concern. He stammered, "I...I don't' really know. I want to say Cap, only what kind of name is that?" How he hated admitting that, only it was the pure truth.

Amnesia! Goodness, that was the last thing anyone needed to be dealing with. "Could be your last name, I knew of a family with that last name when I was growing up. Or, maybe, it's a nickname." Jennifer shrugged her shoulders, "For now, if you don't mind, we'll just call you Mr. Cap. I mean, I won't have my daughter addressing any grown man by his name- last name, nickname or whatever."

Seeing how he could seriously get nothing else to come up, he agreed. "Do you have something for a headache?" Captain Stanley asked as he lifted his hand and pressed it against his throbbing temple.

"I do." Jennifer left the room and got some Tylenol, but not before checking the telephone again. It still wasn't working.

A/N If I am referring to Captain Stanley, I am typing his name. Only when someone is talking to him will it be 'Mr. Cap' or 'Cap'.