The pain was nearly overwhelming for Abigail, her eyes closing as she began to give into her father's voice in the fog, telling her to give up and it would all go away. And then suddenly, the stag was gone. The voices were still there, only now they were telling her that Jake would hurt her. That couldn't be right. Not after he tried to help her on the network. She opened her eyes slowly, clinging to whatever strength she had left to focus on him and what he was saying. She reached out a trembling hand to the one comforting voice. "Jake, my friend." She whispered. There was so much more she wanted to say. She was sorry for not letting him help her earlier. That she wanted to go to the hospital. She wanted her papa and his surgical skills. She wanted to be a survivor. All she managed to add was "Help me, please."