Tina: Her fever is going down. So she’ll be released within the week.

Carmen: Thanks guys.

The three girls had a group hug.

Dana: You’re not in this alone Carmen. We’re all a family.

Carmen wheeled Shane’s wheelchair out to the parking lot as Bette pulled up in the car. Shane was back to normal. Helena scolded her and Shane half listened, half dozed off. Shane got in the back with Carmen.

Bette: Hey there.

Shane: Hi Bette. How’s work?

Bette: Good.

Shane: Any leads?

Carmen: Shane, you’re supposed to be resting.

Shane: I want to know if they’re any leads.

Bette: Some, just clips of her entering different places. She’s jumping around from hotel to hotel registering under different names.

The rest of the drive was an eerie silence. Bette tried to make some conversation, but it failed again and again. Shane was thinking again. Carmen could see it in her eyes, the motors in Shane’s brain was moving again. When they got home, Shane locked herself in the stuck. She took out the pictures and added them into the cabinet she kept locked up. She saw a new envelope stuck in her bookcase.

Shane: Fuck, she even got in the house.

Shane’s mood was deteriorating, Her mind was so set on catching Jaffe. She ripped the envelope open and the pictures sprayed out on the ground. More Carmen, more of that girl. They sat closely together. Carmen taking a bite off of her fork. Shane bit her lip until she felt blood mix with her saliva. Something in her broke. She thought she heard it. Maybe she was becoming insane. Shane sneaked out of the house and revved up her engine to her bike. She sped down the streets and up the mountain. She felt at peace when she reached the church and sat down on the patch of grass leaning against Shay’s tombstone.

Shane: Hey buddy.

She coughed and used her hand to rub the grass beneath her.

Shane: Do you see all I see?

She closed her eyes feeling the cool night air settle.

Shane: I’m scared of what I’m becoming. I’m scared of how everything is going.