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Yeah. Oh, there he is.

- Hey. - Hey, Chin, get in on this, bud.

No, I'm just gonna get a drink.

This double fudge is totally rocking my world, Jerry.

Seriously, dude, get in on this. Your taste buds will thank you.

- I'm going back to bed. - Oh, come on, Kelly.

- Just a couple spoonfuls. - Yeah, Kelly, come on.

All right.

How awesome is this? I love having roomies.

It's all yours, Hirsch.

Hey-o. Second responder.

You didn't carry that all the way up the stairs, did you?

You know there's a dumbwaiter, right?

No, I did not.

Thank your uncle for not mentioning that.

Yeah.

So, uh, what happened here?

Homicide. Somebody popped the homeowner last night.

Vanessa Diaz.

Poor thing.

Her and her daughter, Sara, just moved here from Mexico a few months ago.

Yeah, McGarrett and Uncle D think the killer

was waiting for her when she got home.

She fought him off, he chased her up here.

The house has a panic button. She activated it. H.P.D. got here

in under four, but even then, it was too late.

Dropped a net over the whole area, but still this guy slipped away.

What about the little girl?

She was at a sleepover at a neighbour's house, luckily.

All right, I gotta bounce.

This house has video cameras everywhere,

but there doesn't appear to be an FTP server on the premises,

so the footage must back up to one off-site.

I gotta find it. Hopefully the cameras caught something. Tag out.

Pew. All right.

All right, thank you very much.

Hirsch got a little bump on the head. He's gonna be okay.

As soon as they let him out of the ER, we'll sit him down with a sketch artist.

What are we thinking, buddy?

Okay, we are thinking that our killer heard the sirens last night,

uh, figured he didn't have time to get out of here,

so he dips into this room.

He's thinking that he can lay low

until everybody clears out, make an escape,

but lucky for us, he runs into Hirsch.

And lucky for Hirsch, he didn't put a bullet in him.

Right, I'm thinking he figured H.P.D. was still in the neighbourhood,

didn't wanna risk somebody hearing a gunshot.

Got a live feed of every security camera in the house

and a dedicated server,

which means the footage wasn't uploaded

to an off-site location, like I thought. The backup was done here.

And unfortunately, the entire server's been wiped clean.

- So no footage? - No.

What about evidence?

- There's gotta be something. - No.

- Thanks. - You got it.

- Help me out with something. - Uh-huh?

There was 15 cops in this room earlier, right?

- Including you and me. - Mm-hm.

Never did any of us guess there was a safe room.

- Right. So how did the killer know? - Exactly.

Right, so either Vanessa was on her way in here when she got clipped,

or the killer had some inside information about this house.

It'd be helpful to speak to the daughter. Where are we at with next of kin?

H.P.D.'s working on it, but Vanessa's got no relatives on the island,

and as far as we know, Sara's father is not in the picture,

so it's gonna take a little time.

- Well, where's the kid? - She's next door,

at the neighbour's house, where she stayed last night.

H.P.D.'s gonna pick her up

when Social Services assigns a caseworker.

Anybody told her about her mom yet?

No, not yet.

Speaking of people who need looking after,

the killer saw Hirsch's face,

so until we catch this guy, he's gonna need some protection.

Yeah, who's, uh, gonna be in charge of that?

Officer Kalakaua. When they told me I was getting protection,

I was hoping you'd volunteer.

I didn't. You can thank McGarrett for this.

I'll be sure to do that.

Question: If it comes down to it,

would you be willing to take a bullet for me?

No. But I might just shoot myself to get out of this assignment.

- Hey, you ready to go? - After you, my dear.

You first.

If you say so.

But, uh, no leering at the caboose.

You're supposed to be on the lookout for threats.

Unless, of course, you want to.

Oh, this is gonna be fun.

I know, it's a dump.

I used to have a six-bed in Kailua, 5,500 square feet.

Wine cellar, infinity pool. It was Xanadu.

My own Shangri-La.

And then I met you, and it all went away.

So, what's your poison?

Espresso? Cappuccino? Macchiato?

Just water.

Really, Hirsch?

- Um, where are you going? - I have to check the bedroom.

Wait, is that absolutely necessary?

Because...

Oh, my God.

I swear, that was here when I moved in.

All right, that's a lie.

But for the record, I painted that

long before you were ever engaged to what's-his-name,

back when I thought you and I still had a future.

Still creepy.

You actually should be flattered.

Out of all the women I could have chosen as my muse,

- I chose you. - I'm honoured. Deeply.

- The sketch artist is on her way. - A sketch artist? What for?

So you can give a description. Of the murder suspect.

The same one that put you in the emergency room.

My dear, save your money. I can do the sketch.

Thanks. We'll leave it to the pros.

I guarantee you I'll do a better job.

Hirsch, a composite sketch is not like one of your caricatures.

It's an important forensic tool.

We need to have the most accurate description possible.

And the sketch artist has ways

of helping people remember exactly who they saw.

Honey, that painting of you in there

and all the other ones I keep in my clo...

Done from memory. Trust me, I got this.

There are other paintings? There better not be nudes.

I mean, I got to admit, this actually looks like the work of a pro.

Except for the part where he signed it.

"To my Five-0-hana. All the best, Hirsch."

- Heh, heh. - What a putz.

Anyway, we ran this composite through facial rec.

We struck out there. But there was some good news.

Eric managed to pull some of the suspect's DNA

off Hirsch's clothing.

And while the guy isn't in the system,

we did get a hit on the same DNA on a couple of unsolved burglaries.

Now, both these houses are on the North Shore, upscale homes,

and both of them hit within the last six weeks.

All right, so our suspect's a thief, right?

I'm guessing this was a burglary turned violent.

Yeah, and we may have a lead already.

It turns out that our vic's house and the two houses

on the North Shore have something in common.

They were all on the market recently.

We think our prowler has a very specific MO.

He recons his targets by posing as a potential buyer.

That's smart, right?

Go to all the open houses, case the joint up close,

check out all the security stuff.

That's how he knew about Vanessa's safe room.

All right, let's get Hirsch's sketch to whoever held the listings

for these houses, see if anybody recognizes this guy.

And lunch is served.

Wow.

- I got it. Thank you. - Oh.

What is this?

Oh, it's bronzed sea bass in a lemon shallot butter.

It pairs nicely with this lovely Chilean Chardonnay.

Uh, you do get that I'm working now?

- Heh. I won't tell if you won't. - I'll stick with water.

Oh. If you say so. More for me, then.

- What? - Don't think I can't see

what you're doing.

What am I doing?

Oh, come on. This whole setup, the lunch,

the wine, you're totally turning this into a date.

Heh. That is silly.

Oh.

Yeah. Go for Gerard.

Uh-huh.

I see. Okay.

I'll take care of it.

Uh, thank you.

- Everything okay? - We gotta go.

- What? - Date's over, toots.

I have an urgent situation downtown.

This is not a date, and we're not leaving the apartment.

I am. That was the retirement home where my father lives.

Apparently, there's some issue.

If I don't fix it today, they're gonna throw him out.

Okay. Fine.

Gentlemen, as the English statesman and poet George Villiers

once famously wrote:

"Ay, now the plot thickens very much upon us."

Oh, yeah? Okay. What'd you find out?

Well, during my autopsy, I found some fresh DNA

underneath the victim's fingernails.

It appears that Ms Diaz scratched her killer during their struggle.

That's not an unusual thing, Max.

That is correct, commander. However, that DNA was different

from the sample that Detective Williams' nephew found

on Mr Hirsch's clothing.

- Okay, so, what, there's two thieves? - Or two crimes.

Please note, in addition to the bruises

that she suffered at the hands of her killer,

she also sustained injuries that were consistent with CPR.

And furthermore, the DNA that was found on Mr Hirsch's clothing

was also found on your victim's lips.

Our thief tried to save her?

That is correct.

So that also probably means he didn't try to kill her.

Maybe he's on a job

at the time that the killer and Vanessa came back to the house.

Right? He doesn't want to get involved, so he hides in the safe room.

He comes out when he tries to help,

and then he goes back in when H.P.D. shows up.

Well, if that's the case,

our burglar probably saw her murder on the monitor,

which means that we have an eyewitness.

An eyewitness who will do anything he can not to get found.

Well, now that Max's autopsy has revealed no sexual assault,

I've been digging around in Vanessa's background

to see if I can figure out why somebody would want her dead.

- We got any ideas? - Unfortunately, no.

The people who are looking after little Sara

say that Vanessa was good people.

She had strong ties to the community,

and she was active in her little girl's school.

What's her occupation?

She told her neighbours she was into finance.

Said her expertise was in emerging Latin American markets

or some such thing.

She hadn't managed to find a job on the island anywhere yet,

- but she said she was interviewing. - Hmm.

I also spoke with the Mexican government.

I figured maybe there was something she was into over there

that followed her over here. They said they didn't know anything about that.

But here's what they do have on her.

Vanessa was born in La Tuna, which is a small town in Sinaloa.

Both her parents were farmers. They're deceased now.

But she may have had a cousin.

The Mexican government's looking into that.

Chin, what do you got?

One of the Realtors we spoke to recognised our thief.

She said the guy's name is Doug Morrow.

They met at an open house recently.

Now, apparently, Morrow told her that he was from the mainland

but he never said from where.

Realtor also said that Morrow was interested in a pocket listing

she has coming up.

He left a number to contact him at when the place was ready to be shown.

I'm texting you the number right now.

Got him. Windward side of the island.

All right, me and Danny will go pick him up. Thanks, Chin.

Forget it, Benny. She's married. I already asked.

Excuse me.

Yes?

Excuse me, Hirsch?

Yes, what is it?

Good news. We got the guy.

Oh, that... Superb, great.

- So I'm gonna be... - Yeah. You should get going now.

- Gerard, who is it? - Uh, no one.

Just a friend. She's leaving.

- Tell her to come in. - Uh, she's in a rush, Pop.

A rush? Everyone's always in a rush.

- I wanna meet her. - Maybe another time.

Another time? I could be dead tomorrow.

- Dad! - Look, it's fine.

Hi.

I'm Kono.

My, aren't you gorgeous? How do you do?

Leo Hirsch.

It's good to meet you, Mr Hirsch.

Oh.

You're with them.

Um, you're Five-0.

Gerard's told me all about you.

Sounds like my boy's been helping the team.

Well, yes, he has.

Because of him, we have a shot at clearing the case we're working.

Just like the other times, right?

Uh, we don't need to talk about that.

Gerard's told me about what he did for you.

Taking time off from the gallery to help you catch a couple of people?

Even volunteering to put himself in danger a couple of times.

I'm so proud of him. He's a good boy.

Yes. He's, um... He's special.

I wish there was more like him in the world.

Well, um, Officer Kalakaua really has to get going.

And come to think of it, she's my ride, so I have to go too.

I'm gonna come see you in a few days, Dad.

I put it down in your calendar.

And I'll bring some new paint and brushes with me. Okay?

Oh, and promise you won't give the nurses

any trouble about taking your meds.

I'll try not to.

Bye. Good meeting you.

So I take it he doesn't know about...

About my former life as a criminal?

No. Thanks for playing along.

I appreciate your discretion.

I was in the master bedroom when I heard the front door unlock.

So I go check the cameras.

The guy sat her down. Started going through her phone.

Then he started questioning her. About what, I have no idea,

since there was no audio.

I don't think she was giving him any answers,

because the guy was getting pissed.

He had to hit her a few more times before she started talking.

Okay, what happened next?

The guy made the mistake of turning his back on her.

After she got free, she ran for the bedroom.

And when I realised where she was going, I...

I locked myself inside the safe room.

She hit the panic button, grabbed a gun out of the dresser.

She wasn't fast enough.

Guy came in and shot her before she could pull the trigger.

After that, he picked up the gun and took off.

I waited till he was gone. Then I came out.

I tried to help her, but it was too late.

Then I heard the cops coming.

I was afraid if they found me, they'd think I did it.

You gotta believe me. There's nothing more I could've done.

So Morrow took these pictures off the monitors in the safe room?

Yeah, he wanted evidence to back up his story.

The resolution's obviously not very good.

Well, good enough, though. Here's our murderer,

Jimmy Brigante, 36 years old.

Convictions for assault and weapons possession.

Yeah, but nothing here seems to connect him with our vic.

Wait, wait, wait. Look at that. Known associates.

This guy's suspected of being one of Michelle Shioma's top soldiers.

So how does a single mother living in Kahala

get herself mixed up with a Yakuza boss?

Maybe Vanessa Diaz was more than a single mother from Kahala.

Let's think about it. She's got no job. She's got no spouse.

She's got no money coming in,

yet she lives in a 5,000-square-foot house

in one of the island's most expensive zip codes.

It doesn't sound like a regular citizen to me, all right?

And let's not forget the town she's from, it's in Sinaloa.

Right, the narco capital of the world.

So, what, you think she's part of a drug cartel?

Well, I don't know, but I mean,

the background in finance, it could be a cover.

Something to explain why she has money.

Well, if you're right, then Vanessa's murder

just might be another one of Shioma's power moves,

like she did with Adam.

All right, let's contact the DEA.

See if they got anything on Vanessa. And let's get an alert out on Brigante.

Um, thanks again for before.

Oh, you know, your dad seems really sweet.

Seems like you have a good relationship.

That wasn't always the case.

When I was growing up, I was closer to my mom.

Hmm.

After she died, my dad and I drifted apart.

It's really just been the past few years that we've patched things up.

Well, he's lucky to have you looking after him.

Tell you the truth, it hasn't been easy.

His health is failing.

Not sure how much time he has left.

It's been, um, difficult to watch.

Yeah, I know what you mean, actually,

because my mom suffered a brain aneurysm a few years ago.

And she can't speak. She needs constant care.

It's been rough on everyone.

I'm sorry.

Well, I should let you get back to actual police work.

You know, you're a good egg, Officer Kalakaua.

That Adam is a lucky man.

McGarrett asked me to see

if I could verify Vanessa's finance background,

so I checked with all the brokerage houses on the island,

and none of them have ever interviewed a Vanessa Diaz

who specializes in emerging markets in Latin America.

- Well, Steve was right. - Yeah. The job was a cover story.

Good work.

Jer, I was thinking...

You have a stable job here now, right?

- Yeah, I mean, still no badge, but... - Right.

But, uh, you're employed, got some money in the bank.

I got a little green. Actually, most of it's gold now.

Started converting it. Think we're going back to the gold standard.

Right, right, I remember you telling me.

Well, seeing as you have a job and some money,

I'm wondering if it might be time

to get your own place.

You want me to move out?

Is this because I don't pay rent? Because I pitch in other ways.

I mean, cooking, cleaning, laundry.

No, no, uh, it's not about the rent.

Is it me? Am I doing something?

No, no, this is actually more about me.

I see. It's not me, it's you.

Or is this about her?

Well...

Look, I'm not an idiot, okay?

I can see with Abby in the picture how I might be cramping your style.

- I mean, a little? - Sure.

You want your alone time. I got that.

But, you know, for the record, any time I hear any noises,

I slap on some headphones.

You know, unlike the NSA, I respect your privacy.

I appreciate that.

- Uh, but still... - You want me gone.

Look, we don't have to decide anything right now.

I just wanted to start the discussion.

No, no, no, I get it.

Lieutenant Kelly.

I'm sorry?

When the officers came to pick her up,

Sara told them that she had an uncle in the police department.

- Said his name was Chin. - Okay.

- Is that all she said? - Yeah.

And no one's told her about her mom yet, right?

No. Social Services wants to give us more time

to track down the next of kin.

All right.

Let me have a few minutes with her, okay?

Hi, Sara.

Lieutenant.

My name's Lieutenant Kelly.

- Hi. - Hi.

Is it okay if we talk for a few minutes?

Okay.

- What's her name? - Newton.

- He's a boy. - Oh.

Of course he's a boy.

How did I not know that? He's very handsome.

And you have a rabbit bracelet too.

- You must really like rabbits. - My mommy gave it to me.

- She said I should never take it off. - Hmm.

That's a good idea.

You just moved here, right?

Do you know about a place called Manana Island?

We also call it Rabbit Island. Do you know why?

Because there used to be wild rabbits that used to run all over the place.

And if you look really closely,

you can see that the island even looks like a rabbit head.

- That's weird. - Yes, that's so weird.

Hey.

Sara, can I ask you a question?

The nice officer told me

that you said that you had an uncle in the police department.

Is that right?

How do you know that?

Because that's what my mommy told me.

Okay.

Did your mommy say anything else about this uncle?

Uh-huh.

She said he was married to my aunt. And I was named after her.

Okay, so your aunt is named Sara too?

No, my middle name is my aunt's name.

Ah.

What's your middle name?

Malia.

Sara,

your father,

is his name Gabriel?

Do you know my daddy?

Gabriel must have met Vanessa when he was living in Mexico.

He probably kept her and Sara a secret

because he knew they'd be targets for his enemies.

Yeah, well, Shioma must have found out somehow.

That's why she sent Brigante to question Vanessa.

She figures if anybody knows where Gabriel is, it's her.

I guess the question is, what did Brigante find out?

What's gonna happen with Sara now?

Well, for the time being, H.P.D.'s gonna take her to a safe house.

- I'd like to be there with her. - Of course.

All right, we should go talk to Michelle Shioma.

Yeah, we should do that now.

- Thanks for coming back. - Yeah, you said it was urgent.

I got a little concerned.

But you didn't say anything to Gerard, right?

- No. - Good. Good.

Malasada?

They're a little stale but still pretty good.

No, thanks.

Mr Hirsch, is everything all right?

No, everything is fine.

I just wanted to talk to you about my son.

- Just the two of us. - Okay.

Look, I know the truth.

I know what he's done.

The stolen paintings, the forgeries, prison.

- He tries, but he can't fool me. - I don't understand.

If you know about everything, why do you pretend not to?

Because it's important to Gerard to believe that I'm proud of him.

I don't know where I went wrong with him.

Believe me, I didn't set out to raise a crook.

I'm sure you did your best. For what it's worth,

he seems to have really turned his life around.

Yes, that's true.

But I know it isn't easy for him.

My son has a real affection for the finer things,

and I know he misses that stuff.

Look, I know we don't know each other,

but I need to ask a favour.

Will you keep an eye on him for me?

Help him to stay on the straight and narrow?

- Of course. - Thank you.

- Vanessa Diaz? - Mm.

I'm sorry, but I don't know anyone by that name.

Okay, what about Jimmy Brigante? You know him?

That sounds familiar.

Think he may have been one of my daughter's tennis coaches.

Or was it swimming?

All right, Vanessa Diaz's full name is Vanessa Diaz Waincroft.

She was Gabriel's wife. She was shot dead

in her home last night, and Jimmy Brigante pulled the trigger.

Now, you already know all this because Jimmy Brigante works for you

and you're the one who sent him over there to get information.

At the moment, Brigante's in the wind, but we are gonna catch up with him,

and when we do, he's gonna roll on you.

Look, here's the thing. You got kids, right?

Your daughters are, what, 8 and 10 years old?

The way things look right now,

you're probably gonna go away and not get out

until the young one's about 30 years old, right?

But if you help us, maybe we can guarantee that you get to see

the young one's high-school graduation.

Look, all we want to know is what Brigante was able to learn

about Gabriel's whereabouts. That's it.

Gentlemen, if I knew where to find Gabriel Waincroft,

I would tell you.

The man killed my father.

I wanna see him punished as much as you do.

I believe that. But I think that you'd rather see him dead than in prison.

I'm sorry, I just can't help you.

Okay. Well, we'll just have to see what Brigante's got to say

when we catch up with him.

Why is that, uh...? Why is that funny?

It's just that you guys seem pretty confident

despite your track record.

I'm sorry, "track record"?

Oh, meaning Five-0 hasn't had a whole lot of success

getting people to open up about me.

You talking about the prison guard from Halawa?

That guy was... He was terrified of you.

But Jimmy Brigante, he's a tough kid.

I mean, I guarantee you, he's gonna give you up in a second

if it means less prison time for him.

Her lawyer's upstairs.

- How you doing in there, anyway? - Really good, really good.

- She's about to break any second. - Hmm.

- Got a lead on Brigante? - Not a thing.

All right, Steve, we gotta let her go.

We got nothing to hold her on. No?

I can't believe it.

Yeah, well, you and me both.

Do you think Malia knew about Vanessa?

It's possible.

I know she was in touch with Gabriel when he was in Mexico.

- Okay, so, what's she like? Sara? - She's a sweet kid.

The fact that she's Gabriel's blood,

I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around that.

Yeah, well, she's Malia's blood too.

Yeah.

- Listen, I should go. - Okay, I'll talk to you later.

No! No! No!

Aah! No! No!

Abby, find Sara.

The bracelet. Her bracelet.

What? What bracelet? I don't understand.

- Bracelet. - Sorry, we need to go. Now.

Steve!

He's okay. Listen to me. He's gonna be all right.

Two shots, through and through, no vitals, okay?

He's gonna be okay, all right?

All right, MAILE AMBER Alert is out. H.P.D. is pulling traffic footage.

What about the dead guy? We get an ID?

Yeah, his name's Raymond Murata.

And he's got ties to the Yakuza.

This has Shioma written all over it.

Okay, what is her endgame, anyway?

I mean, this isn't a ransom play. Is she really thinking

of killing Gabriel's daughter out of revenge?

I think that might be over the line, even for her.

If that was the plan, they would've done it here.

It's gotta be about leverage. It's leverage.

What do you mean?

I'm sure Gabriel didn't tell Vanessa where he is, okay, but what if...?

What if she knows how to get in touch with him?

Maybe that is what Brigante got out of her.

And now that Michelle has Sara, she can reach out to Gabriel

and offer him a deal.

Right. He hands himself in, she lets the kid go.

Look, I don't give a damn if we got proof or not,

we need to drag Michelle Shioma in and get her to tell us where Sara is.

Tell her what? She's not gonna say anything.

He's right. She's not gonna talk, but if we keep her out there,

we can monitor her and maybe get a lead.

And what if we don't, then? How are we gonna find Sara?

Her bracelet.

- Huh? - What about it?

Chin said something about Sara having a bracelet.

So?

I worked a kidnapping case years ago,

a young daughter of a wealthy family.

The only way we could find her was a GPS chip in her necklace.

Parents thought she might be a target. They made her wear it all the time.

And maybe Vanessa took the same precautions.

Maybe Sara's bracelet's a tracker.

Okay, Abby, get in touch with every security company

on the island that does GPS monitoring of children.

- Let's do that right now. - Okay.

No! No!

Chin was right about the bracelet.

Vanessa used a company called Hawkeye Security

to track Sara's movements.

They just sent us the GPS coordinates.

She's being held in a house in Waimanalo.

All right, so I got four infrared bodies.

Looks to be three hostiles and little Sara.

She's sitting out in the open. We rush in, she can get hit in the cross fire.

Chin.

Steve, don't ask me to stand down.

The little girl's my niece.

I'm gonna check the perimeter.

- Target in sight. - Go.

Steve, we got another one.

Infrared didn't pick him up. Must've been downstairs.

- Aah! - That's close enough.

- Brigante. - Please stop! Please.

- She's just a little kid. You let her go. - Let me go!

- That's not gonna happen. - Let her go.

- Three seconds. One. - Put the kid down.

Two.

- Aah! - I got her.

Sara, it's Lieutenant Kelly. I got you, okay?

I got you.

- Is she all right? - Yeah, I'm gonna take her out.

All right, here we go.

You okay?

Sara, I'm taking the blindfold off, okay?

Okay? Hey, you okay? Hey, come here.

It's okay. Everything's gonna be fine now, okay?

All right. Okay.

This is Officer Kalakaua. She's gonna help us too, okay?

You're safe, okay? We got you.

- Let's take these off. - Yeah.

- Brigante. - Oh, damn.

This guy was our best shot at nailing Shioma.

Yep.

But saving that kid out there?

That's all that mattered.

I still don't know why I agreed to this.

Because surfing is awesome.

And you're gonna get a free one-on-one lesson

- from a former pro. - Yes, but I hate the water.

And other than getting to see me in a bathing suit,

I don't know what you get out of it.

It's my way of saying thanks. You've been a big asset to Five-0.

You've helped us close four cases in the past year.

And I want you to know that we appreciate it.

And you.

Wow.

I'm moved, Officer Kalakaua.

Of course, I could think of some other ways

you could show your appreciation.

Really?

That wasn't a sleazy come-on. It's just that I abhor the sea.

There's sharks and jellyfish and stingrays and coral reefs.

If God had meant for man to swim, he would've given us flippers.

Hirsch? I got your back.

I'm not gonna let anything happen to you.

- Okay. - Let's go.

Okay, first thing, this is your surfboard.

Where's the seat?

Funny. When you get into the water,

you're gonna want to lay down on it like this and paddle.

Will you give me mouth-to-mouth if I drown?

- Seriously? - Okay, I'll shut up now.

Mommy?

Hey.

You slept a long time. You okay?

Oh.

I know someone who would love to say hello to you.

Say hi.

Where's my mommy?