With Jimmy's revalation about the dangers facing everyone in the apartment Windy offered a glimmer of hope for Dana, Brad, and Jordan.

"I have just deleted your digital footprint here in Vancouver in the past few days." Windy laid out what she had been working on. "I changed your names, where you live and your occupations. The three of you are from Florida and not California."

Dana tilted her. "So we move to Florida?"

"Dana, no." Windy gave a half smile. "You do nothing. When Jordan can make the journey, all three of you can return to your lives in California with your own names.  Your same jobs. And Jordan can return to her school."

"I don't get how you can just do that." Dana frowned. "That is impossible, Windy!"

"Not impossible." Windy offered to share her work.

"You are a stone cold hacker." Dana folded her arms in front of her again.

"Win is a freaking computer genius." Jimmy defended his girl. "She took you off the endangered species list and all you can do is split hairs."

"Split hairs! She's a criminal!"

"And you came to Canada do do what?" Jimmy stared at Dana. "To circumvent the system. I can split hairs too. It's six of one or a half dozen of the other."

"Screw you, Jimmy." Dana sprang from the kitchen chair. "You always have to be right!"

He stood to address his accuser. "According to you, I'm always wrong." Jimmy shook his head. "I always gave you the benefit of the doubt!" Windy touched his arm, he shrunk back to appear less domineering. "Always, Dani."

"We're out of here!" Dana pointed to Windy. "If what you say is true, we can go anywhere without danger."

"By name only. They know your faces, Dana." Windy tried to reason with her friend. I couldn't erase the video feeds."

"We'll take that risk!" Dana countered Windy's reasoning.

"Dana, do I have a vote in this madness? Does Jordan?" Brad tried to embrace his wife to calm her. "We can have our lives back if we just let Jordan heal."

"They'll be looking for us in the city, at the border, and if they find us? We're dead!" Dana pushed away from Brad. "I say we get out of here now!"

"You leave now Mom ~ I'm staying!" Jordan yelled at her mother in anger for the first time in her life. "I am staying and you have no choice!"

The defiant teen faced her mother she loved more than anyone. "I am not dying on the highway just for you to what? Run again?" Jordan fumed as the emotion of the moment caught up with the teenager.

"Jordan?!" Dana scolded her daughter.

"Leave me alone! I just want to get away from you!" Jordan didn't stop there. "Anyone who wants to leave for California can go now!"

As Jordan wheeled herself to the livingroom Dana pointed at Jimmy. "You turned her against me!"

"How the hell did I do that?" Jimmy raised his hands. "I have never spoken badly about you, Dani."

"Brad, I'm calling a taxi, grab our bags." Dana approached the teenager. "We're going to Mama's."

"Mom, don't even bother." Jordan turned away from her mother. "You want to risk it all? Then go!"

The mother held her tongue. "See you tomorrow ~ before we leave." Dana waited a moment before storming off.

Brad shrugged before collecting the luggage. "See you tomorrow."

The door barely closed when Windy slapped Jimmy's shoulder. "Why? Why is it you need to pick a fight every time the two of you are in the same room?"

"Dani brings out the worst in me." Jimmy admitted. "Maybe it was the way she left. The way she came back. I don't know why I feel the way I feel!"

"You made her feel as if she were alone! Find a way to change that." Windy put her arms around Jimmy, kissed the top of his head, then directed him to his daughter. "But now, go talk with your daughter."

He walked to Jordan before sitting on his walker. "You know, I once loved your mom so much I couldn't wait to see her."

"Pftt." Jordan turned her head. "Your point?"

"I guess I'm saying I haven't tried hard enough to be a good person." Jimmy shrugged. "Deep down I would have to say I have been trying to hurt her."

Windy sighed. "That's a start." She pushed away from the kitchen wall before smiling and giving them privacy.

"In hurting your mother, I have been hurting you." Jimmy spoke softly. "Tell me about your life and I'll tell you about the two months I listened to someone named, Bob Dylan."

"You want me to compete with that?" Jordan blew Jimmy off looking away from her father.

"What?" Jimmy was taken aback. "I am far more proud of being your father than I am about not knowing who Bob Dylan was for a week."

With Jordan still silent Jimmy continued trying to make a connection. "Our lives were similar ~ well our disagreements with our mothers."

Jordan looked at her father. "I never got to meet her."

"You would have loved her. She would have adored you."

"Tell me about my grandmother." Jordan's body language changed as she turned to her father.

Jimmy teared up. "Oh, pftt. Where to start? Okay. She loved to play church hymns and old songs. I mean old. From the early 1900s. I guess that's when I fell in love with music."

A connection thought insignificant grew to a full on discussion about her family before the craziness.

"Dad, well Brad!"

"Let's go with Dad, hey?"

"Okay." Jordan smiled. "Dad has played for some big names in music!"

"And your mom?"

"Only his biggest fan!" Jordan began showing her true colors. "She's still his groupie and his roadie!" She laughed. "Still helps him load his gigantic set into his van." The teenager imitated her mother grabbing a huge part of the drum set.

Jimmy laughed along with his daughter as she continued describing her parents.

"They are like kids. Before I got sick I would get to go to gigs. They even packed a tiny set of drums for me to play. When Dad was on stage, Mom was with me in the dressing room, but I know she wanted to be in the crowd oohing and awing over Dad." Jordan laughed. "She is really great!"

"I can't imagine anyone not wanting to watch you play your tiny drums." He gently questioned Jordan's interpretation of her mother. "You know dads dream about daughters following in their footsteps?"

"Yeah, Dad and I talked about a career in music." Jordan shrugged. "He says later, much later."

"That doesn't mean you can't play or sing." Jimmy urged her on. "Your voice is amazing."

Jordan pulled the harmonica from her hoodie quickly demonstrating how talented she was. Not a master of the kouth organ but gifted nonetheless.

"Amazing!" Jimmy clapped. "So ~ do you have any cool friends?"

"Friends? Pfttt! They ran when the heard I had cancer. Like I had the plague!" She looked up to her father. "That was three years ago. None came back."

"I'd like to be your first new friend."

"Daaaad!" Jordan looked as though she calculated her past and what was in front of her before smiling. "Yeah, I'd like that."

"Cool." Jimmy felt he made progress.

"Think I'll go to bed now." Jordan simply stood and walked away leaving Jimmy in awe.

"Ah, what are you doing?"

"D'uh! Walking." Jordan sassed her father.

"Do your parents know you can walk?"

"Are you kidding? They'd take me away and I like it up here." She tilted her head. "Canada gave me a second chance."

"This will not go over well with your mom!" Jimmy cringed. "But I think Brad, I mean your Dad, loves it up here too?"

"So, you'll keep this between you and me?" Jordan waited for his response but a third voice entered the equation.

"Well, well well." Windy appeared from the hallway. "You are full of mysteries young lady."

"Well, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do." Jordan appeared unapologetic about her stand.

"Interesting." Jimmy pointed to his daughter before adding. "How is it you are walking and I feel like the living dead?"

"I haven't felt this good since before my cancer." Jordan spun like a figure skater.

"I haven't felt this bad since I had my aaa...my butt handed to me in, well...that doesn't matter." Jimmy skirted his flirt with death to spare Jordan the details.

"You have your medicine with you, don't you Jordan?" Windy waited for Jordan to pull a ziplock bag of drugs from the backpack on the wheelchair.  "Don't expect me to take them. They make me feel like crap."

Jimmy looked at Windy with deep concern then turned his attention back to Jordan. "That's a big decision, Jordan."

"Yeah? Don't make me choose between you and taking the medication." Jordan stood firm. "You'd lose, Old Man!"

"That's Dad to you." Jimmy rubbed his face as if he were just waking up. "I don't ever want to lose you, Jordan. But I am between Impossible and Improbable."

"What the hell is that?" Windy questioned the phrase.

"Impossible that I don't want to do anything to make Jordan bolt. Improbable in the sense that she can live without those drugs." Jimmy left his walker behind as he headed for the kitchen.

"Hey, Old Man?"

"That's Dad!"

Jordan stopped short of laughing at her father. "Forgetting something?"

Jimmy didn't even look back. "What would I be forgetting, Kiddo?"

Windy pointed to the livingroom. "Your transportation."

"My what?" Jimmy looked at the thirty feet he walked without the walker for the first time in six weeks. "Damn!"

"Must have fired you up!" Jordan now laughed at her father.

"Don't you have some sleeping you need to do?" Jimmy felt old and a little angry with himself.

Windy leaned in close to her man. "Why not just put a movie on and see how the night goes."

"Sounds great, Win. What do you want to watch?"

Windy kissed his cheek. "I have some work to do. You and Jordan need more time."

"You and me later, Babe." Jimmy winked.

"You wish!" Windy directed him to the livingroom.

"You can't be coming for this!" Jordan played with his walker before opening the balcony door and shoving it outside into the snow.

"That's one place he will never venture." Windy laughed before heading down the hallway to work on their future.

"Very funny, Win." Jimmy guffawed. "So pip squeak, what do you want to watch?"

"Hilarious, cro magnon man!"

Jimmy straightened his back. "I think I just moved back up the chart to modern man."

When Jordan laughed freely Jimmy felt the world became a more important place to be. The growing situation with the Fortune family weighed more heavily at that very moment. He appeared to freeze in place as his mind tried to hijack the night.

The teenaged girl snapped her fingers to get Jimmy's attention. "Earth to Old Man." Jordan had to touch his shoulder to bring him back. "Hey, are you okay, Dad?"

Jimmy brought the room back into focus as he winked to disarm Jordan's concerned look. "I'm good."

He did not convince Jordan. "I'm going to walk you to your room, Dad."

"Yeah, maybe a good idea, I am bushed." Jimmy nodded.

"Lean on me if you need to." Jordan pulled her father close.

"Loosen the python grip, I'm good."

"Not a chance."

"So this is the way it's going to be?" Jimmy pouted.

"You won't ever be my hero but I will love you like I've known you forever."

Jimmy pulled her head close and kissed the top of her head as they walked to his room. He plopped onto his bed. "Goodnight, Jordan."

"You know what?" Jordan made a decision. "Kiddo will do ~ Dad." She left his door open a few inches before softly whispering. "Sweet dreams, Dad."