Agatha walked into the lobby, having heard on the radio that John was admitted into the clinic.

"Anyone here?"

Liz had managed to get a couple of hours sleep but that hadn't done much to stop her from feeling tired.

She was now awake and had her free hand on the scar on her forehead, trying to figure out what had happened to it. It had healed a couple of months ago but now it was like it had been when those rocks had first hit her.

John Connor suddenly appeared with a BAMF! was in Exam 2.

"Oh, shit," John muttered as he wondered if the sheet pulled up over his head would be convincing camoflage. "John no here."

"I... dunno? One minutes I'm dancing to Stevie Wonder, the next I'm a few pounds lighter with ventilation holes."

John sighed. It was easier now, what with meds. To sigh. "I don't know what happened. I was in my room listening to music, doin' a bit of dancin'. ANd then...I was back. But it was different. Couldn't move. Couldn't think. I'd only felt that way once before."

Lana woke up from another nap to find Tori had handwavily brought her purse and cell phone for her. She winced when she saw the number of messages that had been left - especially those from Jim in Japan - but didn't take the time to listen before dialing Jim's number.

"Jim!" Lana responded and had to fight hard not to burst into tears just at the sound of his voice. "Thank God, I reached you."

"I'm okay," Lana said, trying to keep it together, but slowly fracturing. "At least mostly. I was... I don't know what happened. Something terrible and I was gone at least a week except only a day had gone by and there was no food and almost no water and, I don't know, terrible things happened, but I'm in the clinic now and safe, I think, even though I'm still so scared and I'm sorry I didn't call, but I was gone and then I didn't have my phone and god, I'm so sorry and I miss you so much!"

She was clearly trying to hide her sobs by the end.

"I'm okay," Lana said, still sniffling. "But I'm pretty bruised up and there are some weird little places where it looks like I got cut. And I lost a lot of weight because of the no food for a week and they're worried about that, 'cause well, I'd already... But I'm okay. Just... scared because nobody knows what happened, but okay. And better now that I can talk to you. I did't even listen to your messages, just called as soon as I got my phone."

"I wish you were here right now," Lana admitted. "That's - when I kind of came around finally I thought I'd been gone a week and you'd be back and I was just... it was even worse knowing you weren't anywhere close to being home. But, I don't want you to get your dad upset - he already doesn't like me."

She sighed. "Besides, even if you left today - or your today, you'd barely get back a day sooner."