Infinity Chapter 59 - Shattered

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Chapter 59 – Shattered

POV:  Emily / Craig

Word count:  5997

Alexander was gone and I kept hitting redial, over and over and over. I tried Casey’s number as well a few times but all of them were just going to voicemail. I had been calling since 5:45 and he should be home by now! He should be here to put his arms around me and tell me everything was ok and it’ll be fine! It was now after seven and I finally stared at the phone waiting for a missed call, he wasn’t going to answer or he couldn’t.

My son was gone. My husband was gone. I was alone.

For the first time in years I felt completely numb, like there was nothing left for me to live for but that wasn’t true. The snow globe seemed to taunt me with the picture; we were so happy and carefree then. I picked it up and ran my fingers over the smooth glass, remembered the ones Adam had sent me. How horrible they were and I just slung the globe, watching it slam into the wall. The glass shattered and the water left marks down the wall but the raw pain was sinking in. Ian had taken Alexander to get to Zachary and once he had Zac…he had no need for Alexander. He would kill him.

I should call Grant or Eliza or anyone for that matter but all I wanted to do was forget the sinking feeling, forget the pain that was coming. I was vaguely aware that someone had come into the house; I wasn’t sure who it was and honestly I was kind of hoping it would be Ian here to take me as well. I wasn’t sure if I could handle this pain anymore, the sinking numbness.

I kept thumbing the picture of us on the phone until someone raised my head and I was looking at my brother, Aaron. He was holding Alexander’s diaper bag. The sharpness of that pain was real, Alexander was gone and I wouldn’t ever need that diaper bag again. I felt like screaming, crying, or anything that would alleviate the pain. I had considered cutting my own wrist at one point but little bean prevented that idea. I couldn’t be the reason our second son died. I couldn’t be that stupid and irresponsible.

“Emily!” he screamed.

I barely shifted my head toward him and up some. “He’s gone…”

The words were barely audible to me, surely if I couldn’t hear them he couldn’t either.

“Emily, come on. Zander called me and said Alexander was found, I need you to come with me.”

Alexander was found…

That was all I heard. I could feel the pain intensify; he had used our son to get Zac. Did Zac even know our son, our life was gone? The tears blurred my visions but it was the realization that not only would I have to bury our son; I’d be doing it alone because Ian would keep Zac. I’d have to raise our second son without his father and without his older brother. Ian had taken everything from me. The slight ache was turning into a crushing feeling in my chest that kept getting worse; I found that I couldn’t breathe. I was barely able to see Aaron through the tears and now, I couldn’t breathe.

He was screaming for me to breathe and I heard the distinct thud as the diaper bag fell to the ground. I couldn’t focus on anything but the facts. My husband, the love of my life was gone. My son, my first born and heart was killed by a psycho. I would never know what happen to Zachary, Ian would not be telling me.

“Emily, please breath. I don’t want to call the paramedics but I will.”

His face no longer registered to me anymore I just wanted to die and I couldn’t because little bean needed me. I was all he would have. I didn’t want to face a world without Zachary and Alexander; I didn’t want to face reality. I was gasping literally when he pressed a phone to my ear, who had he called? Why was he putting the phone….

All I heard was Alexander screaming over the phone, alternating between mama and dada, the strangled tone of his crying meant he’d been doing it a while. The scattering images began to fade some bringing back a fairly clear picture that Alexander was with someone and he needed me.

“He’s alive?” I asked.

“Yes! He’s very much alive and he needs you.”

I heard his cries intensify and I could only guess that he had heard my voice as well, so I pushed the phone away from my head and tried to focus on breathing. Taking much calmer breathes as he waited for me to calm down a little bit anyway.

“I don’t know what the hell is going on but Zander called me and told me to come get you that Alexander was at the hospital with him. Where the hell is Zac?”

It took me a moment before I looked at him. “If Zander has Alexander, then Ian has Zac. What about Velma?”

“I don’t know but are you ok to get up now?”

“Yes.”

He helped me up and made sure I was steady before he got the diaper bag and guided me outside to his still running car, he made sure the alarm was back on before he drove like a bat out of hell to the hospital. I wasn’t sure what scared me more the fact Alexander was at the hospital or his driving. On the drive to the hospital he said what Zander had told him which wasn’t much. He didn’t know who brought him there or if he was badly hurt but he said to bring me and warm clothes.

There was relief flooding my veins, Alexander was alive. But, it didn’t remove the sinking feeling of dread that Zac wasn’t answering his phone. Regardless, I sent him a message saying we were going to the hospital. Aaron called Zander as we got close and he was waiting on us by the check in desk when we walked in and he immediately began to guide us through the doors. I vaguely saw Grant talking to what appeared to be Robert, Eliza was probably here too. I could hear Alexander’s cries and didn’t need Zander to tell me where he was, I followed my sons calls.

There was a nurse in the room attempting to call him down, but he was fighting her. All he had on was a diaper and I had never heard him screaming this way. She didn’t stop me when I went to pick him up, I guess she just knew who I was and I didn’t hesitate to gather him in my arms and hold him tightly. It was strange; the feeling of his body shaking and the piercing screams in my ears was a comfort. My son was alive. He was a reason for me to be stronger than I ever thought I could be, to not let the shattering emotions consume me.

He felt cold to my hands and his lips were slightly blue, a stark contrasts his to tear streaked and beat red face. I just held him tightly.

“I tried everything to calm him down. His sleeper had blood on it and it was wet and even had some ice on it. I got it off as quickly as I could but you need to get him warm. He’s too upset for me to check him. I don’t believe he’s seriously hurt but he is cold and he won’t let us do anything.”

“He’s not going to let me, uh…Aaron can you unzip my jacket please?”

He seemed confused but he came over to me, Alexander tightened his grip on me as Aaron’s hand went underneath him to unzip it carefully. Once it was undone I got Alexander to move his hands underneath the jacket, Aaron caught on and brought the sides around Alexander and then zipped it back up, putting Alexander snuggly in between. I moved over to the rocking chair in the room, sat down.

“Take the blanket and lay it over us both, I can feel how cold he is through my shirt.”

“It would be more effective without your shirt.” Zander said.

“Yes, but he’s not going to let go.”

He smiled at me. “I understand. I’m going to give you time to calm him down and I’ll make my rounds and check on other patients.
 Aaron, I am sure you’ll be staying right here?”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Zander, who brought him in?”

“Robert did, he’s in the waiting room talking with the agents. I would rather he not come back until I’ve had time to check on
Alexander.”

“I just wanted to know.”

He nodded and walked out of the room. Aaron sat down on the foot of the bed, this completely helpless look on his face. I rocked gently, finding a steady rhythm and kept telling him it was ok and he was safe. He kept asking for his father and I couldn’t give that to him. I think that was the worst feeling in the world, to not be able to give your child what they want.

“You have no idea where Zac is do you?”

I kissed Alexander’s forehead as a tear broke free. “My best guess is that Ian has him held somewhere. I called for over an hour and he never answered and then it began going straight to voicemail. I don’t understand where Casey is Aaron. Why didn’t he bring him in? Why is he not here?”

“I don’t know, I can go see if Robert will talk.”

“No. I’d rather you stay here.”

He nodded and waited. I tightened my arms around my son, he had calmed some but he was still upset. Since the room was quiet I began to sing Never Let Go, it always helped Zac and I both, and there was no reason to expect Alexander wouldn’t.

Just lay down, put your worried thoughts to bed. As slumber pulls you down, on my shoulder rest your head. ‘Cause you know, that I love you and never let go and you know that I’ll love you forever…

His screams reduced to loud sobbing and then after a second time through the song he was quiet against me. I looked down at him and found his warm grey eyes were open. He looked incredibly tired but his lips weren’t blue they were a warmer shade of pinkish red, his face was however still pretty red. I ran my fingers gently across his cheeks, feeling the warmth in them.

“It’s ok baby, we’ll get Dada back. I promise. I’ll do whatever I have to.”

“Can you ask Zander if Robert can come back? I’d like to ask him some questions.”

“Sure.”

He got up and walked out and I sat there and rocked him, let him really get warm and calm before I bothered to try and move him. I was worried about Velma and where she was and I was worried about Zac and Casey. It took Aaron quite a while to come back in the room with Robert, but there was something in Aaron’s body language that alarmed me. He was cautious and watching Robert closely, what would he be that way?

“Zander said you brought him in.”

Robert looked at me and nodded. “Is he going to be ok? His lips were blue and his color wasn’t very good.”

“He’s ok. I’ll give him time before Zander checks him. What happen Robert?”

“When we got on the plane Zac said he had a bad feeling, the flight was fine and when we landed we got our luggage and were headed out after a Starbucks trip. He got a text from Velma, a picture of her tied up in the backseat with Alexander, a few moments later he got another one she was laying in the snow bleeding, he was sitting beside her crying. He told us where to go and Casey drove us there. Velma was already dead when we arrived.”

“What?! Velma’s dead?”

“Yes. I’m sorry Emily. It looked like she was running away, presumably with Alexander. I think she tried to leave and he shot her for it. Ian showed up with another man named Glen, he had Alexander and he told Zac he wanted him. Casey said no but he eventually took them both, he handed Alexander to me and Zac told me to bring him here to Zander, so I did.”

“He took Zac and Casey?”

“Yes. I’m not sure why he took Casey, he tried to stop Zac but Zac wasn’t fighting him, he was going to go as long as he didn’t hurt Alexander.”

“I hate that man, I really do.”

“Emily, there is something I need to tell you.”

I felt my heart drop because given what he had just told me, I knew this wasn’t good news. Hopefully, Ian had not shot or hurt Zac or Casey before they were taken.

“I know who’s been stalking you. His name is Ian McDermid and he’s my uncle. But, I swear to god I did not know it was him and I did not help him in any way. I’ll take a polygraph if you want me too and I told the two FBI agents, including the one who looks incredibly like you, who he was where he lives and everything I know about him.”

“He’s your uncle?”

“I never saw the drawing Zac made until they showed me. I only heard vague descriptions and when he showed up I recognized him.”

I felt my hand tighten on Alexander, what was stopping him from taking us both? Oh…right…the older brother sitting on the bed stalking him, so he knew ahead of time.

“I think you should leave.”

“Emily..”

“No. Don’t. I just found out that a dear friend of mine is dead and your uncle kidnapped them to get my husband and now he has both Zac and Casey. I think you need to get away from me.”

“I swear to god Emily, I didn’t know! If I had known he was that obsessive with the band I would have told you! The FBI! Everyone! I have them his information, pictures, address. What more could I possibly do?”

I looked at him. “Leave. I don’t want to see you. You stood there and let him take them; I don’t even want to think about what that son of a bitch is doing to them right now. Don’t you get it Robert? He’s the one that has raped him already. You want to help, leave.”

He got a set of keys and laid them down. “I drove here in Casey’s car; I will get my luggage and take a cab home.”

I didn’t say anything as he left a second person had weaseled their way into our lives and now Zac was gone.

“Aaron can you please go get Alexander something for dinner? He may not eat it but I at least want to try once he’s dressed and changed.”

“Yes. I will get you something too. Don’t even argue because little bean needs it even if you think you don’t.”

I didn’t argue with him, let him leave. Zander came in about ten minutes after he left and since Alexander was quiet and I felt he was warm I got unbundled and while he whined when I laid him down a few reassuring words and he let me. Zander gave him a quick check after I took the dirty diaper off and then I cleaned him good with warm water and got him redressed. The sleeper Aaron had packed was one of his thicker ones and that was fine. Zander gave him a clean bill of health with nothing broken or appeared to be.
He had been dressed for about fifteen minutes when Aaron got back with dinner.

“Robert left.”

I nodded and sat Alexander in my lap. At first he didn’t want anything but I took several bites of what he brought back for me, which I didn’t taste and Alexander followed. He finished everything Aaron brought back for him and then sat in my lap while I finished my own, under Aaron’s watchful eye.

“You should call his family.”

I nodded and started with Zac’s parents and then called Taylor and Isaac. I assured them all both myself and Alexander were fine, but I heard Taylor say he was coming anyway. Alexander was curled up beside me with his sippy cup with milk in it.

“I image the FBI wants to talk to me.” I said.

“Agent Spencer Marshall does for sure, he asked on my way back in. I can have Zander come sit with him if you’d like. Uncle Aaron isn’t going anywhere either.”

“Honestly, I just want to sit here.”

“I know you do, but they need your help Emily. Let him go to sleep and then you can go, he looks very tired and now that he’s warm and full hopefully he will sleep.”

I nodded, leaned back. Zander came in about ten minutes later and sat down, declaring he was officially off, I let Alexander fall asleep and then waited another thirty before I bothered to move, Aaron got up and took my place and he curled up next to him.

“I’ll try not to be too long, if he wakes up come get me.”

“I will.”

Zander also chose to sit there just in case and I walked to the front, assuming Eliza had left. It was her job after all to investigate and even if Grant was here she had other things to do like finding my husband. I knew Aaron had sent messages to Christopher and Craig as well so they should be arriving soon. I was barely out of the double doors before she was in my face.

“Why the fuck didn’t you call me the moment you got home?”

I blinked at her. “I’m sorry, what?”

“You didn’t call me the moment he went missing, you should have called me!” She snapped.

“I’m sorry; I was a little more concerned with calling my husband than you. I mean really, I was kind of having a mental break down when Aaron arrived. Back off Eliza. Wait, shouldn’t you be out trying to find them? Robert told you the information, I saw him talking to you.”

I saw Craig and Christopher enter through the doors behind her, fuck this was not how I wanted them to find out and this was probably the worst possible time ever.

“You always have an excuse. We could have been at the airport had you called me! Had you not been such a selfish bitch then your friend wouldn’t be lying dead in the snow.”

I stood there and let those words sink in, she was right. Velma died because of me. I could have called Aaron to stay with him but I had asked Velma, now she was dead and I’d never see her again. She had died to protect my son when it should have been me.

“Well? Are you going to say anything or just stand there Emily?”

I didn’t have a real answer for her. “Why aren’t you out there trying to find them? You have his name, address, everything.”

I was verging on upset again, this was ridiculous she was standing here arguing with me while Ian was doing god knows what to them; he could be even killing them.

“Why didn’t you call us? They met with Robert around 5:30; surely you noticed he was gone when you got home. You may not give a damn about Velma but surely you at least give a damn about your son?”

“Emily?” Craig asked.

I wasn’t sure what I looked like to them, but it probably wasn’t what they expected. Only Zac had seen how pissed off I could get with her, I could even feel it right now. Increase in my heart rate and the slight trembling yet what I felt right now was much worse than how I’d felt with Amanda. There were no words in my head and the only thing I wanted to do was just hit her until she couldn’t resist, until she couldn’t dare tell me that again. I was standing there clenching and unclenching my fits trying to force those thoughts away. Christopher and Craig both were looking at me confused, of course they’d seen the video with Amanda but they didn’t know what it was like before hand, except of course for Jason. I dug my fingernails into my palms.

“”You have no fucking right to tell me who I do and do not care about you selfish fucking bitch. I don’t need you to tell me what is or is not my fault. I can clearly determine that for myself. You want to blame some fucking one? Blame yourself! You have known about this bastard since October when he tried to kill us! Yet you have sat on your fucking ass and haven’t done a god damn thing to stop him! Instead you protected your own fucking interest until you felt like revealing it. You have done jack to protect us and find him. You have his fucking name and address and yet you’re standing here doing nothing!”

“Because you should have fucking called us! We could have gotten him before he even took them! You know damn well this is what you wanted all along.”

A surge of warmth flooded my body, she had not gone there. She had not just told me that I wanted this, that I wanted my husband and friend to be taken by some bastard?!

“Emily…” Craig said. It was both a warning and cautious tone, it was probably meant to pull me back from the edge.

Yet, the way Christopher was looking at me was different, he looked truly scared. I was very near the point of not caring and really just hurting her and she was standing there with this smug look.

“You have the audacity to blame this on me? To blame Velma’s death on me when she did everything she could to protect my son.
She gave her life to protect him, to make sure he’d be alright. She did everything she could; she died protecting my son because you didn’t do your fucking job.” I was trying hard to keep myself calm.

“You should have called me the moment you got home! Surely you knew something was wrong, surely you aren’t as stupid as they claim on those fan pages.”

“You need to back the fuck off.” Craig growled behind her.

She paid him no attention though, as if he didn’t exist. I took a step forward and Christopher actually backed up. I was pretty sure what I needed to do was get away from her, I could feel the pain in my palms from the nails and I just wanted to hit her. Yet, it always ended the same with us; I’d warned her before I’d told her to protect them.

“This is your fault. You’ve been so concerned about knowing who you are that you didn’t give a rat’s ass about how it felt to me, thought it would be easy and you could just sugar coat and coast and now look where I am. MY son nearly died and is now in the hospital, my husband and best friend are with some lunatic who could very well kill them, Velma who was more of a sister to me than you ever will be is now dead. Don’t worry about your fucking case because as soon as I am in that room, I am calling your boss and I will make him assign someone else. I will not let them get killed because you are too selfish to see beyond your own problems, because you’re too selfish to grow the fuck up.”

I moved even closer. “Because you can’t fucking do your job and you have to blame others for your own mistakes.”

I had full intentions to walk away, go back to the room and lay myself down with my son so my own heart rate would stop beating so fast, so the scattering images of breaking her neck would just go away. So, I turned around and began to walk away. I felt the grip on my left arm, tightly held and she yanked me that direction. The last person to try that had been Adam and David. I brought my right hand up and it solidly connected with the side of her face.

I had slapped the fire clean out of her, knocking her into the receptions desk pretty hard. Yet, maybe it was the spin or the increase in my heart rate but the room began to spin very violently. I wasn’t sure what was going on but I felt the floor when I fell and the last thing I saw was Craig rushing toward me before I closed my eyes and everything went black.

-Craig-

In the 17 or so years that I had known Emily I had never seen her this upset, her face was so red and I was sure her blood pressure had to be extremely high. I had no idea who she was screaming at but when she spun her around I got to see her slap someone for the first time and fuck I was glad I’d never been slapped by her. The girl stumbled sideways and hit the counter, but not moments later Emily was falling and she hit the floor pretty hard. That really bothered me because that fall could hurt her or the baby badly.

“Emily!” I yelled.

I made it to her side before Christopher but I was also closer than he was. But he was the one calling Zander within moments. He then was beside her too, despite his fear because there for a moment she really had taken on a persona of David, which scared him and I both. Zander came from the back, presumably leaving Aaron with Alexander.
The woman huffed and I looked up at her and about fainted myself, I was certain Emily was laying here on the floor yet the woman looked incredibly like her with differences.

“Back the fuck up.” I growled.

“Oh good lord you are so fucking gullible! There is not a damn thing wrong with her. She just can’t handle the fucking truth. Protected, always so fucking protected, so wonder she’s a spoiled bitch. Did David fawn all over her like this too?”

I didn’t see Natalie or Taylor but I swore Natalie may have slapped her even harder than Emily had and then she was right in her face not a second later.

“You have no right to put her down. She is far more capable of handling the truth than you are apparently. You need to back the fuck up so her family can make sure she and the baby are ok!”

When they said southern women are more open they didn’t lie, Natalie laid the law down and didn’t care apparently.

“Alexander is fine, no thanks to her.” She snapped.

Taylor stepped away from his wife and came over to us, I guess he knew what the redness in her face meant.

“Bitch you better back up before I make you.”

I turned my attention to Zander he was checking her pulse and looked very worried; he was also checking her breathing which seemed ok. He didn’t seem to like that her pulse was so high or that she’d simply fainted. I saw Taylor get up and gently pull his wife away from the woman. When he looked at the woman I could not see any shock, which means he had met her before. Christopher got up and walked the three steps to her.

“Who are you?” he demanded.

“I am Special Agent Eliza Marshall, her twin sister.”

Natalie scoffed and it was clear Eliza’s remarks had pissed her off, sure Emily and Natalie didn’t often spend a lot of time together but it didn’t mean they didn’t love and care about each other. Emily had shown a lot of restraint in not Eliza, but I wasn’t sure Natalie would really hold back, she wasn’t expecting that we knew of and she clearly had a temper.

“Emily doesn’t have a twin sister. I have known her for her entire life.”

“I’d say ask her but the bitch doesn’t seem to be able to handle the truth. She can’t even keep her temper in check and really, like I believe any of you mean anything to her.”

Natalie glanced down at Emily, worry lines etched on her features and then she pushed Tay aside like he was a rag doll and was right back in Eliza’s face.

“I’ve known her a lot longer than you and you better fucking hope the baby she is carrying is fine. Because if we have to help her
through a miscarriage on top of losing her husband and friend then I will let nothing stop me from ruining your fucking life.”

She then turned and came to Zander, quietly asked if she was ok.

“I’m calling for a gurney now, she’s completely out cold.”

A barking order to the nurse and a moment later there were strapping her to a board and putting her on a bed, it was unclear on why she fainted but I prayed this wasn’t some new condition or new symptom. I sent Christopher back with her and I remained in the waiting area with Taylor and Natalie. I walked over to Eliza; the entire left side of her face was bright red.

Despite the redness I could very much see the resemblances, they had the same basic features and aside from minor details this woman could easily pass to be Emily. It was so weird to think there had been two of them all along.

“I am going to assume you are the reason she’s been so stressed and high strung lately, well one of them as Ian is the other one. You just better pray to someone that she is ok.”

“Who are you people? You are fawning over her like your fucking her or something.”

I heard Taylor tell Natalie not to and I looked at her and shook my head. She snorted and looked so pissed off.

“I am her best friend and her brother; I have every right to fawn on her. The one that asked who you are was her youngest brother; the doctor is her brother in law. This is her husband’s brother and his wife. We have every fucking right to fawn and worry over Emily. She is our sister and she is someone we love very deeply. Now, do you want to tell me what gives you any rights to say anything you have? It’s painfully obviously that you don’t know her or you would have backed off.”

“I can handle a spoiled brat, which is obviously what she is. Temper tantrums that everyone defends, she basically handed Velma over and failed to even contact us.”

Natalie stepped forward about the time Aaron came busting through the double doors.

“What the hell happened?” He demanded.

Eliza just looked exasperated with this and then it hit me, she said she was FBI and Emily said the one in charge was a Marshall. If she was the agent in charge of the case, why was she not doing anything to find Ian? To find Zachary and Casey? Why was she standing here in a hospital waiting room arguing over who the right to fawn over Emily? Over whose fault it was?”

I met Aaron about half way, putting my hand on his chest. “Emily passed out, there are enough of us. Do you have her phone?”

“Yes, who the hell is she?”

“Eliza Marshall and she is claiming to be Emily’s twin sister, but I don’t care about that. Someone needs to inform our older brother’s about this and contact Ace. Emily has called Zac’s family but they need to be updated about her.”

He glanced down at my hand. “My sister just got brought back unconscious and there checking to make sure she hasn’t miscarried. I heard her screaming out here.”

Both of us heard the slap and I turned, Eliza was holding the right side of her face and apparently Natalie had not held back at all, even Taylor looked a little stunned.

“She is not a bitch! She is a great mother and I will not stand here and listen to you put her down when you know nothing about her! You do not get to say anything else! My advice is to get off your ass and do your fucking job! Because this whole family is hurting because Zac and Casey are missing, Alexander is hurting because he wants his father. So instead of worrying about why we are fawning, why don’t you get out there and find them!” She yelled.

I made a mental note to not ever piss Natalie off in the future, holy crap she was scary when she was mad. Natalie then turned and in a not so gentle fashion pushed us toward the doors.

“Nothing else needs to be said, what is needed if for us to make sure she’s ok. Let’s go.”

The three of us followed Aaron who led us to the room where Alexander was still asleep. We all took a seat and waited for Zander who came in an hour later. Alexander was still thankfully asleep because I wasn’t sure if any of us could calm him down right now, not without her here.

“Emily and the baby are fine. Her blood pressure came down, her heart rate leveled off and we monitored the baby as well, he’s fine too. I contacted Dr. O’Brian and he said Zac asked about these type of episodes the last time they went in.”

“But she’s ok?” Christopher asked.

“Yes. She and the baby are fine. I am going to put her on bed rest though, only immediate family and friends, no FBI, no police, no nothing unless she requests it. She is under enough pressure and stress with them missing.”

“Speaking of FBI…” Natalie said.

“The agents in the waiting room are banned from her room. I cannot control once she goes home tomorrow but until then they are banned. She and Alexander are fine and there won’t be a reason to keep them.”

About fifteen minutes later they brought her back, still unconscious. Natalie picked Alexander up so they could move her to the bed and then she laid him back down beside her. None of them seem to be phased that Eliza looked like her, but then again they were also worried about her right now. They had called the older three who were going to stay in Georgia unless Emily felt she needed them, having the extra children around probably wasn’t a good idea right now.

About 2:40 Maddi called her phone and I answered, she sounded upset and for a moment she rambled on about some weird dream where they were in the hospital and she was worried, I hated telling her over the phone but I had too. She said she was calling Max and coming up, but I asked her to wait until morning because there were enough of us in this little room. Even thought Taylor and Natalie returned home once she was settled in bed.  We could only wait and hope the FBI or someone could find them and help us and not be like the bitch in the waiting room!