Harm woke up to a soothing voice singing to him. Looking to his left, he saw his mother. "Harm..." Trish said. "I'm so glad you're all right."

"Am I, Mom?"

"Oh honey!" Trish wrapped her arms around Harm carefully. She slowly pulled out of the hug to look at her son. He had a bruise on his cheek, his head was wrapped in a bandage as well as his wrist. Tears formed in her eyes, but held them in. She needed to strong for him.

Harm looked around. "Where's Frank?"

"Outside speaking with the Admiral."

"Oh shit!"

"Harmon Rabb, watch your language!" Trish said with a hint of a smile.

Harm closed his eyes. "Chloe... She doesn't know yet. I don't even know how to tell her."

"What don't you try to get some more rest and I'll call Chloe's aunt? You need to concentrate on getting well, sweetie," Trish told him. "I'll be right back."

Harm nodded as Trish got up. Not even 5 minutes after she was gone, the phone rang. Harm reached over to pick it up. "Yeah?"

"Commander Rabb."

"Who is this?" he asked.

"No one of importance, however, I am prepared to make a deal with you," the woman said.

Harm sighed. He was not in the mood. "What deal? What is this about?"

"I have three people with me who I think you'd very much like to see. Three people by the name of Sarah, Evelyn, and Serena." Harm gasped. "That's right, Commander. Your family."

"But... but how, everyone seems to think they're dead."

The woman laughed. "I guess they were wrong. Come alone to 405 Blanton Street. You know where that is?"

"Yeah, it's a block from my old apartment."

"Good, see you then." Before Harm could say anything, she had hung up. He climbed out of bed, determined to get there even if it was a trap.

Harm looked around the room and was glad to see his Mom had brought a few things from his house for him. A change of clothes included. Harm chuckled. His Mom was always like a Boy Scout.

Dressed in a pair of jeans and a grey t-shirt, Harm peered out into the hallway. To his left, he saw Trish and Frank conferring with the Admiral about 10 feet away. No one was paying any attention to his room. To his right, was an emergency exit about five feet away. With a grin, Harm slipped out of the room and out the exit.

Trish headed back to the room. "Harm, Chloe and her aunt..." she trailed off. "Harm? Admiral, Frank, come in here!" She exclaimed, picking up the note that was on the bed.

"What is it, Trish?" Frank asked... he then looked at the bed. "Trish?" she was crying as she read the note. and handed it to him.
'Mom, I got an important phone call about my family. I had to go... I'm sorry, but I need to find out for myself. Love, Harm.'

The Admiral was at a loss for words, but then he realized, he probably would have done the same. "Someone must have contacted him over the phone. I'll see what I can find out from the hospital phone operator."

Frank nodded and turned to his wife. "Trish? You okay, honey?"

"I-I don't know, Frank..."
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