Moriah sat on the couch, head in her hands, crying. She had just heard back from the doctor....And things were not going too well with Joel. He was quickly deteriorating, and last time she'd been there....He had tried to attack her and Micaiah. The medications he was on weren't doing anything to help, so he.....He was going to have to be moved. Micaiah came in, slumping into a chair, dropping her backpack by the door.

"He's being moved, isn't he?" She choked out, and Moriah looked up, nodding slowly.
"Yeah. He's....He's not stable. What happened last time....That was the deciding factor. They're moving him somewhere that's more capable of handling what's going on with him." Micaiah nodded slowly, tears trickling down her cheeks.
"Mum.....I got a text from a random person today, and they said.....They said there was no way that dad would ever be sane again. He's....He's not insane, though. Is he?" At that, Moriah had to choke down another sob. She never thought the day would come when Micaiah would be asking her if her dad was insane.

"No, he's not. We're not sure what's going on, but he's not insane." She nodded slowly, and she patted the seat next to her. Micaiah moved over, leaning against her mum. It had been hard for her to keep performing without him, especially since the first time she'd performed, it was with him.

"How am I supposed to do the show tomorrow?" She sobbed, burying her face in her mother's shoulder. Moriah smiled weakly, gently rubbing her back.

"You sing it for him, but you don't have to pretend that everything is alright. Make the songs you can a prayer, and just cry out to God." She nodded shakily, and smiled weakly. The next evening, Micaiah got up onstage with her uncle, and nearly broke down during Shoulders, but somehow made it through the whole thing. At the same time, Moriah had forced herself to go to the hospital again, and she had gotten there right about the time Joel was being moved. He was screaming at the doctors, screaming at her when he saw her, and fighting to get away.

"What are you doing?! Where are you taking me?! There's nothing wrong with me!! What's happening?! You!! You did this!! Why?! Why did you tell them there was something wrong with me?!" Moriah squeezed her eyes shut, trying to blink back tears. She knew that the man being taken away was, in some ways, still her husband. But.....mentally.....She didn't know who he was anymore.

"I miss you, Joel." She whispered, sitting on her bed and staring at one of the pictures from their wedding.
"I miss the man I married. I know you're still in there somewhere, Joel. I know you are. You're the only one who can bring you back from this." She whispered, a lump growing in in her throat.

"Please, Joel. Please come back to me and Micaiah. We need you. We miss you. I'm tired of you being missing."

Joel stared up at the ceiling, a strange feeling in his chest. It seemed, for some strange reason, he knew who Moriah was. When she was at the hospital, visiting, he didn't feel as lonely. Suddenly, he remembered something. A wedding, and....Moriah was there. He had a brother there, and his brother was getting married. Moriah.....She was yelling at him for something.....Something about his accent, and thinking he was more adorable or something with it, that he was faking it.

"Mo." He whispered, his heart pounding. He knew her. He didn't know how or why, but he knew her. Now he just had to figure out more.