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For the past two weeks, Patrick had done nothing but think. Think about life, his family, his past, and his future. He had to focus on all these things because if he let himself deal with the reality that his wife, the only woman he had ever, in all the years of his life made him want to stay in one place was---gone. Two weeks! Lyssandra had been gone two weeks, and the papers had stopped talking about those missing, unless one was returned, but they were never returned in a good manner (except for that one bloke, but---). He grew angry at the thought of Lyssandra being hurt, wanting to destroy the men who took her, who---Patrick couldn't think of what they could be doing to his wife. His wife. His family!

Emily had been his only savior these past two weeks. As cautious as Patrick had been around the little girl during the beginning of his and Lyssandra's relationship, she was now his lifeline. She was his daughter, and late at night when she began to cry for her mummy Patrick let Emily cling to him because he needed to cling to her. If Lyssandra never came back, Emily was the only thing he would have left of her, the only living memory of a woman who excited him with how worldly she was, with how capable of herself and----she excited him, every day she excited and surprised him, and he'd never find anyone like Lyssandra again, so---she had to come back.

Patrick had taken residence on the couch, as their bedroom only reminded him of what he was missing. He lay sprawled under a thin sheet, in a somewhat deep slumber because he'd exhausted himself over the past two weeks of sleepless nights. Going back to work was a great effort, so after getting Emily to bed Patrick felt no need to do anything else but pass out in the living room. His eyes blinked open slowly as the green flames of the fire place burst and he stared drearily as a form stumbled in. Sometimes his sisters would make late night, frantic visits, but---

He fell off the couch, getting tangled in the sheets. Patrick's eyes were as wide as saucers, "Lyss---Lyssandra! Lyssandra!"