The excessive amount of radiation was starting to take its toll on Caroline. She wasn't able to sleep at night, her hair had thinned in spots and her mood swings were unpredictable, causing tension between her and Tim. It wasn't Tim who had changed, it was her. She was having episodes of anger, lashing out at him for no reason. At times she physically assaulted him, throwing things as she screamed discontent over the slightest thing. But his love, compassion and concern never wavered. He held her, soothed her until the episodes passed. She hated who she was becoming. Finally she decided the best thing for them, for Tim, was for her to leave. She packed her bags, hiding them in the trunk of her car and left in the middle of the night.

Tim looked at the clock, it was 3 am and Caroline wasn't in bed. She'd had another episode of anger before they'd laid down for the night. He was able to calm her down after she repeatedly apologized for her behavior. He didn't hold it against her, it wasn't her fault. It was George..George was stubborn this time around, he wasn't budging as they had hoped for. Three more weeks of radiation were scheduled, but Tim was also wondering as did Caroline, was it really all worth it.

As he walked down the hallway to the living room, thinking she may be laying on the sofa, he noticed taillights in the mirror. He ran to the window as Caroline pulled away. Tears began to fall down his cheeks. She had made comments lately about running away, not being able to take it anymore. He thought he'd talked her out of it, thought that it was all about discouragement of the treatments. He never expected her to actually leave.

He sat on the sofa, confused. He asked himself what hadn't he given. He showed her love, understanding, compassion, encouragement. He'd done everything in his power to take care of her, to keep her safe. 'I can't live without her' he thought.

Caroline drove for hours, she had no idea where she was headed, she just felt the further away she was the better it would be for Tim. She had hurt him, both physically and emotionally, there was no amount of  apologizing that could fix that. 'This is why I didn't want the treatments, why I wanted him to stay working with his music and be on the road, away from what was bound to happen. Why didn't he listen to me. Why didn't he go when I told him too.' She screamed aloud in the car as she began to cry hysterically.

At some point in the night Tim had cried himself to sleep. As he slept his dreams were filled with every happy moment in their life together. From the time they first met, the first time they made love, the cayman islands, the welcome home sex, everything. Suddenly the dreams turned dark, images flashed before him, horrible images. Things he hadn't been able to stop. Off in the distance he thought he heard a scream. He tried to run towards the voice....

A pounding on the door finally woke Tim. It took a moment for him to get his bearings before he opened the door. The bright daylight caused him to squint and shade his eyes, not able to see at first. Once accustomed to the light, he stared .... "No" he repeated over and over.

"Tim, get dressed. You need to come with me" Bobby told him solemnly.