Three hours after Luis and Sheridan talked to the woman at McDonald’s, there was a tearful reunion between Rachel
McHugh and her parents. Rachel had been found in one of the bedrooms in the apartment. She had been drugged, but
now was wide awake.
Sheridan and Luis entered Rachel’s room. Mrs. McHugh sprang from a chair and embraced her. She grabbed Sheridan’s
hands and excitedly pulled her over to Rachel’s bed.
"This, Rachel, is Sheridan Crane. She is the one responsible for your rescue."
The dark haired girl smiled shyly at Sheridan. Sheridan sat down on a chair next to the girl and took her hands
"How are you doing, sweetheart?" she asked Rachel.
"Okay, I guess," was the reply," I’m still a little scared, though. Every time someone besides my
parents come in I...I..."
Sheridan held back tears. She knew exactly what Rachel was trying to say, and finished for her, "You think
that it’s him. Coming to take you away again."
"Yeah. I do. I know that they haven’t caught him yet. I hope they do soon. Then maybe I won’t be so afraid
Sheridan knew that wouldn’t happen any time soon. Rachel would probably live in fear for years to come. She looked
up at Rachel’ parents. They were holding on to each other, tears in their eyes. They had their little girl back,
but she was hurting. With her parents’ love, Sheridan didn’t doubt that Rachel would sooner or later have no choice
but to heal.
They spent 20 minutes talking with Rachel and her parents. Since Brian Watts was still free, Luis was still Sheridan’s
bodyguard. Rachel McHugh would also have someone watching over her, too. At least, until Watts was caught or the
Feds thought the danger had passed.
Later, Sheridan settled into an uneasy sleep. She had two different nightmares. The first one was the same one
she had a night or two ago.
The other one caused her to cry out someone’s name. Luis heard her yell, but didn’t know what she said. He opened
the door to Sheridan’s bedroom. She was tossing and turning in bed, crying for Robert.
Luis knew who Robert was. He slowly walked to her bed and kneeled down next to it. He reached out hesitantly and
shook her shoulder.
"Sheridan. Sher, wake up. You’re having a nightmare." Sheridan shot up in bed. She saw Luis beside her
and grabbed hold of him, hugging himtightly to her. She was crying.
Luis held onto her as he got up to sit on her bed. He lightly rocked her and rubbed her back to sooth her.
"I couldn’t stop it," she cried into his shoulder. "I didn’t know he would be there. I told them
it would happen and they did nothing to stop it. They killed him. They killed my brother."
"What happened? Do you want to tell me about it?" he asked.
Sheridan pulled away from him. She looked him in the eyes for a few second and nodded. She began to tell him about
what started about 10 years ago.
"They were doing some research on psychic ability. A friend dared me to go to the interview where they would
test me. I didn’t know they were CIA. I thought they were just an independent research group." Sheridan stopped
speaking and stood up.
She put a robe on and turned on the lights. Then, she sat crossed-legged on the bed. She reached out and grabbed
She described to Luis about how she did really well on the original testing. They had hired her because of it.
She spent 5 years working for them, and they used her ability for things she still didn’t know anything about.
A couple minutes later, the conversation turned to Robert.
"...They had suspected that there would be another bombing. So, they brought me to Ireland. Robert came with
me because he had always wanted to go there." She took a long pause before taking a breath and continuing.
"Anyway, I was given an object from one of the suspects. I held onto it and saw where the target area was.
I didn’t know that Robert decided to take a walk to the market where the explosion was to occur. I told one of
my superiors and he told me he would take care of it."
"But he didn’t?"
"Oh, he did. But someone on the top of the CIA hierarchy decided to do nothing about it. I have no idea why
they would be so cruel, but they were. 5 people died. Robert was one of them."
"Oh, God," was all he could say.
Sheridan looked down on the bed. Tears burned her eyes and she just let them fall. Luis looked at the top of her
bent head. He was fighting tears as well. She lifted her head up to his face.
"I couldn’t tell anyone about it. I was told to keep quiet and threatened. I didn’t say a word to anyone.
Not until now...until you.