As Connie came closer he screamed, "ARE YOU DEAF BITCH? I SAID NO DRUGS! GET AWAY FROM ME WITH THAT! GET AWAY!" He continued to scream and to try to free himself. Connie quickly injected the sedative. "NOOO! I SAID I DON'T WANT DRUGS. I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!"

"I hated to do it at this hour, but I called Doctor Hanen," Connie told Viki.

Viki didn't even hear her; she just stared at the scene in front of her. She knew that he had to be restrained for his own good and the damage his outburst could do to Todd's body. She knew that voice. She knew, as did the staff, that Pete had come back.

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"Pete you need to calm down." Carl, who was in charge of communication, spoke calmly and firmly as he held him tightly.

"GO TO HELL!" Pete shrieked.

"Try to relax, Pete. We'll keep you safe. We won't let you hurt yourself," Carl assured him.

"I'M NOT TRYING TO HURT MYSELF, YOU STUPID BITCH! I JUST WANT OUT OF HERE!"

"You know we can't let you do that," Carl reminded him.

Pete felt the medication hit. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!"

"Pete, the medication I gave you is going to help you relax and calm down. It'll make you sleepy. Don't fight it, just relax," Carl spoke slowly and soothingly.

"BEFORE THAT! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME! TO TODD'S BODY! I HATE YOU!" Pete shook his head, trying to clear it. His muscles started to relax. He hated this feeling.

The staff slowly relaxed the hold they had on him. He immediately tried to kick out. They once again tightened their grip.

"We're not going to let you hurt anyone Pete," Carl let him know in a no-nonsense tone.

Pete was fighting the sedative with all his strength. He knew he had to get away from them. He had to get Todd's body away from them because they were going to blame him. They would put him in jail. He knew he would never allow anyone to send him back to prison.

When Pete had woken up in Todd's bed, a short time ago, the last time he was out, at the lodge, came flooding back to him. He knew he had to get away. He saw Viki sleeping on the chair. He quietly got off the bed. He had to hold on to it for a moment as a wave of dizziness washed over him. He immediately realized something had happened to Todd's body.

He had no idea how long he'd been away. It didn't matter. He was back now and he knew what he had to do. That was when he used the rage he felt to give Todd's body the strength it needed to try to escape. Now they had him. He felt powerless.

Nothing made Pete feel more rage than feeling powerless. He wanted to hurt someone. Connie, he wanted to hurt Connie. He wanted to make her feel the way he was feeling. She's the one who drugged him. He knew if these goons would just let go of him, drugs or no drugs, he could teach Connie not to mess with him. She was just like the rest of them. Liars and cheats.

The only female he'd ever know that wasn't like that was Michelle, and he didn't ever really know her. He watched her from afar. He didn't remember being inside Todd until he came out, but somehow he knew all about Todd's life. He remembered that Michelle wasn't like the others. She didn't want to abandon Todd, not even at the end. She never did anything to hurt Todd. He remembered what the other Todd had told Susannah at the lodge. He remembered how weird he felt when he came out there. Like he was in a dream, but it was real at the same time. He remembered what it felt like to have his hands around Peter's throat. 'Why did you stop me Sam?' Pete thought.

Pete didn't realize it, but he was starting to calm down. His muscles had relaxed even more. His breathing had become more even. He couldn't shout at them now even if he wanted to. It was only through sheer will, that he kept himself conscious.

They moved him to the bed and put him in restraints. He fought them as best as he could. He knew he didn't have the strength to stop them and it frightened him. They were surprised at Pete's ability to fight off the medication as much as he had. Any of the other alters would have been asleep by now.

Viki, who had been asked to wait outside while they got him settled, saw Susannah fumble with her key while she waiting to be buzzed in through the doors. Viki could tell that she had gotten dressed hurriedly. She approached Viki and asked, "What happened?"

"I don't know. I was asleep. The shouting in the hallway awakened me. He must have sneaked out. By the time I came out they had him in a hold on the floor." Viki told her all she knew.

"Connie called me and told me she was sure it was Pete. She told me he was out of control," Susannah stated.

"The sedative didn't seem to have much effect on him at first . . . I don't know . . . I think he's calmed down now . . . I don't know. He's not shouting anymore. They asked me to wait out here."

Susannah could see Viki was distraught.

"Susannah, should I call Sam?" Viki inquired.

"Why don't you wait until after I've had a chance to see Pete," Susannah suggested. She placed her hand on Viki's shoulder and gave Viki and assuring look.

Susannah headed into Todd's room. Carl, Dave and Connie were still with him. Pete was still. He was not asleep. His eyes were open. They were glassy. Susannah approached the bed. She knew Pete recognized her.

"Untie me. Tell them to untie me," Pete demanded, weakly.

"Not yet Pete. You were very upset and you need to be safe. The restraints will keep you safe. You can be as angry as you need to be and you don't have to be afraid you'll hurt yourself or someone else."

"I don't want to hurt myself. Why won't anyone listen to me!" Pete pulled at the restraints as best he could to show Susannah he meant business.

"Pete you might not mean to, but you could do something that would inadvertently hurt Todd's body."

"If I wanted to hurt Todd it wouldn't be inadvertent. Why does his body feel like this?" Susannah could see that Pete was frightened of how weak he felt.

"Pete, Todd's been sick. His body has become weak. His body will get stronger again. You don't have to be afraid of feeling this way forever," Susannah spoke soothingly.

"If we were separate I wouldn't have to feel lousy because of him. He should have died," Pete declared.

"I know you believe if Todd dies you can all be separate and have your own bodies and your own lives. Pete, that can never happen. If Todd dies, you all do."

"You're a liar. Just like she was. Just like they all are," Pete accused. He did not want to believe what Susannah told him.

"Like who, Pete? Who else is a liar?" Susannah pressed. "Women! You all are. You all deserve what you get."

"Did your mother deserve what she got?"

"I told you! I have no mother. I have no mother! Why can't you remember? Why can't you remember?!"

Susannah saw he was getting more agitated.

"I'm sorry Pete. Yes, I do remember you told me that. Okay, did Todd's mother deserve what she got?"

"Yes! . . . No! . . . Yes! . . . I don't know. She wasn't my mother. I don't have to care about her. I don't! I don't! I don't!"

"Okay Pete, shhhhh, calm down. You don't have to care about her if you don't want to." He started to calm down again. "Pete what is the last thing you remember before coming out here today?" Susannah asked.

"I was back in the Chicago house and then I was at Asa's lodge."

Susannah realized Pete believed he was really back in Chicago, trying to kill Peter again. He did not understand what had happened at the lodge.

"Do you remember what happened at the lodge after you came out? Do you remember what you said," Susannah questioned him,gently.

"I know he told you."

"You know who told me?"

"The other Todd. The one who cries all the time. I didn't do it. I didn't. I'm not going to jail. I didn't do it. You always wanted to find out about that night because you want them to put me in jail. I didn't do it. I didn't do it!" Pete cried out and tugged at the restraints.

Susannah could see he was becoming very anxious and angry.

"Pete, I know you didn't do it. Everyone knows you didn't do it. No one is going to blame you. We know it was Todd's father," Susannah stated in no uncertain terms. She wanted to make sure he understood that they all believed him.

"You're trying to trick me. You want me to confess. I didn't do it. They thought Todd raped that nurse and put him in jail. He didn't do it. He told them he didn't do it, but they put him in jail anyway. Please let me go. You say you care about Todd. I'll take him away where they can't find him," Pete begged.

"Pete, I swear I'm not trying to trick you. No one is going to put you or Todd in jail." Susannah emphasized the words "no one". "We will never let that happen," Susannah promised him.

"I want Sam! Where's Sam?" Pete was getting even more agitated.

"All right Pete. I'll call Sam and ask him to come here now. Will you do something for me?"

Pete just stared at her.

"Will you close your eyes and try to sleep. Todd's body needs rest. I promise I will bring Sam here to see you and when you wake up you can talk to him."

"If I go to sleep they can do anything they want to Todd," Pete protested.

"Pete, you have been away for weeks since you were at the lodge and no one has put Todd in jail. It's safe for you to rest."

A part of Pete wanted to let go, while a part of him was terrified of not being in control. He continued to fight the sedative.

"Pete, I do have one more question for you and then I'll call Sam, okay?"

Pete nodded. Susannah could see he was listening to her.

"Do you know where Michelle is buried?" Susannah asked.

"In Paradise."

"Viki. Viki! Why can't I move! Why can't I move!" Todd's panicked voice cried out.

"Todd relax, you are in restraints. As soon as I know you are calm I'll take them off," Susannah stroked his head as she told him this.

"Viki," he whimpered quietly.

Susannah noticed he was not fighting the restraints and his words were slurred. The medication that Pete had been able to resist was starting to hit Todd. "Todd, I'll be right back I'm going to get Viki. She's right outside. Connie and Carl are in here in your room. You're not alone. It's all right."

Todd didn't answer. He just kept whimpering Viki's name.

Susannah told Viki that Todd was out and very briefly filled her in on what Pete had said. She asked Viki to come with her to Todd's room.

"Todd. It's Viki. It's all right, baby. I'm here." Viki stroked his head gently.

"Viki," Todd whispered.

Susannah told Connie and Carl to start removing the restraints.

"Viki, Viki," Todd kept whispering.

"It's me, sweetheart. I'm right here."

"I'm cold. It's cold here in the winter. No, it's the summer. I don't understand. Viki please let me stay with you. Please! I'm so tired. It's so cold out here. Viki please!" Todd begged. His voice was growing weaker and his speech became more slurred. He reached for Viki.

"Todd, you're not outside. You're in your hospital room. You're in your bed, sweetheart."

"No, I'm standing. The earth is hard. I can feel it. I hear the wind."

"Todd, can you see anything? Do you see where you are?" Susannah asked.

"No it's dark. I don't like being in the dark."

"Todd, do you know where you are? Where is the earth hard?" Susannah pressed.

"I don't know. Maybe it's not the same place?" Todd looked confused.

"Not the same place as where?" Susannah pushed him a little.

"I don't know," Todd cried. Tears started to run down his cheeks. "Don't be mad at me. I'll be good."

"Shhhh, Todd, no one is angry with you," Susannah comforted.

Todd got a look of horror on his face. "He's here! Don't let him find me," Todd whispered. He curled into a fetal position and started to suck his thumb.

Susannah closed her eyes and shook her head. "Oh Todd," Susannah sighed and rubbed his shoulder. She looked at Viki. She saw the tears in Viki's eyes. "Viki, he's doing what he needs to do. Todd knows when he can't take anymore. Hopefully he'll come out of it soon." They both looked down at Todd, who had rolled onto his stomach, still sucking his thumb.

The Baby was still in control when Sam arrived at eight o'clock in the morning. He was upset that they had not called him when all this occurred.

"Sam, Pete went away before I had a chance to call you. Then Todd dissociated to the Baby. What could you have done?" Susannah reasoned.

"I don't know, nothing probably, but I could have been here for him and for Viki."

They tried raising the bed to a forty-five degree angle to keep his lungs clear. The Baby could not stay in that position. He kept falling onto his side and then started crying when he couldn't turn on his stomach. Susannah had him moved to a chair and had them secure him to it. He cried at first, but Sam and Viki distracted him with toys and soon he was his joyful self again. He reached out to their mouths as they spoke and happily gurgled.

Bill Jackson waited at the desk at the Palace Hotel. He wanted to find out about the best and shortest route to Llanview Hospital. He had spoken with Susannah earlier that morning. She was expecting him. He had also called Bo to let him know he was in town. He wished he could meet Todd Manning. However, he intended to keep his promise and make no attempt to see or question him.

Susannah told Sam and Viki that Commissioner Jackson was coming to her office at eleven. She said she would meet with him privately, but if it was all right with him, they could join them.

Bill was buzzed onto the unit at ten forty. "Let me show you to Doctor Hanen's office. She's expecting you," Terry informed him.

The private family unit Todd was on surprised Bill. He'd never seen one like it before and with good reason. Such units were out of financial reach for the average patient and their family.

On his way to Susannah's office, Bill noticed a blond woman standing outside a patient's room, obviously upset. Another woman was comforting her. "Viki, they are just running a simple blood test on him. Of course he's going to cry when he feels the needle go in. Why is it upsetting you so much today?"

"I don't know. I just don't want him to know pain. He is so happy. He's the only one who can be happy. I don't want him to know pain. He already went through so much," the blond woman wept.

Bill noticed the gentle, soothing quality the woman doing the comforting had.

"Commissioner?" Terry called out when she noticed Bill had stopped near Todd's room for a moment.

"What? Oh, I'm sorry. I was just noticing how upset that poor woman was. I guess you get a lot of that here . . . families becoming upset at the condition of their loved ones?"

Terry knew Commissioner Jackson was aware of Todd's condition and it was all right to speak with him about it. "That's Viki Carpenter. Todd Manning's sister," Terry informed him.

Swallowing hard, Bill asked, "And the woman with her?"

"That's Doctor Hanen. Mrs. Carpenter is a little upset because one of Todd's alters was crying because of a blood test and Doctor Hanen was comforting her. She won't be long, I'm sure. You can still wait in her office."

Bill sat in one of the club chairs in Susannah's outer office. He nodded at the receptionist and checked through the papers in his briefcase. He had the affidavit from Doctor Evans and some sworn statements from some of Todd's teachers. He had one from Adam Beecher, Peter's old business partner. His mind wandered from the papers before him to the distraught woman in the hallway. He could not forget the look of sorrow on her face. He also could not forget the kind and comforting voice of Doctor Hanen. From just those few seconds he could tell that these women cared very much about Todd Manning.

"Commissioner Jackson?" Susannah addressed him. She held out her hand for him to shake, "I'm Susannah Hanen."

"A pleasure to meet you Doctor Hanen, and please, call me Bill."

"Thank you, and you can call me Susannah."

They walked into Susannah's inner office. "Can I get you anything? Coffee or perhaps something from the cafeteria?" Susannah offered.

"No, thank you. The Palace has wonderful breakfasts. I'm afraid I've already gone overboard on Llanview cuisine," Bill admitted and smiled.

Susannah smiled back and confessed, "Well, I really need a cup of coffee this morning."

As she poured herself a cup of coffee Susannah, in her usual straightforward manner, got right to the point. "Do you intend to keep your word about not questioning Todd?"

Bill appreciated her bluntness. Still smiling he assured her, "Yes Susannah, I intend to keep my word. I have no intention of questioning Todd at this point."

"Are you saying that you do intend to question him at some point?" Susannah pressed.

"Not without an okay from you. I gave Bo and Téa my word. I don't go back on my word."

"Thank you," Susannah said, relaxing some.

"Is the boy worse? Is that why his sister was so upset? The nurse mentioned something about one of the alters being upset and a blood test."

Viki had already given Susannah permission to discuss any aspects of Todd's condition and treatment with Bill. Viki and Sam trusted Susannah's judgment and knew, in turn, Susannah would know how much information Bill could be trusted with.

"Not really worse," Susannah began, answering Bill's question, "Todd had a very bad night. Actually so did Viki. She was with him. An alter named Pete came out in the middle of the night and tried to leave. He had to be sedated and restrained. Then Todd came back and he started hallucinating and became terrified. He dissociated into a five-month-old. Viki was upset because the Baby, as we call him, was hurt by a blood test. The Baby is the only alter we know of who hasn't suffered at the hands of Todd's father, Peter Manning."

Susannah could see that Bill was listening to her intently. She continued. "The Baby is usually very happy and Viki wants him to stay that way. He went through a lot when he had pneumonia and she doesn't want him to be hurt anymore. He, naturally, started to cry when he felt the stick of the needle and that upset Viki. As I said, her nerves are still ragged from last night. The last several days have been very difficult for her. I'm actually a little worried about her. She's not getting enough sleep. She is afraid to go home. Todd becomes extremely anxious and agitated if she is not around. The other day he had to be sedated and restrained when he called for her and she was not here. Viki felt very guilty. Ever since then she refuses to leave him. Perhaps now that the Baby is out she will agree to get some rest."

"Are you telling me that at this moment Todd is actually a five month old infant?" Bill sounded confused.

"Todd has dissociated into a five month old alter. This alter is a five-month-old. He can't sit up by himself. He is preverbal. Bill, do you have children?"

"Yes, two boys and a girl."

"Picture the way your children were at five months, developmentally, and that is the way the way the Baby is. He can do nothing for himself. He can roll over, that's about it."

"Yeah, I remember my kids started to be able to do that at that age and . . . wait a minute, we're talking about a grown man here. Are you telling me that physically he is an infant as well as mentally?"

"Yes. Bill, you need to understand that Todd is not pretending to be an infant. The Baby is actually an infant, in the same way that Miss Perkins is an older woman, with all the aches and pains that come with it. She walks hunched over. Her vision is poor. Her heart rate is slower than Todd's is. Timmy, the four year old alter, is allergic to wool. Todd is not. Andy wets the bed. The others do not. Some of them are left-handed. Todd is right handed. The list just goes on and on. What you have to realize is that the alters are individuals. They each have their own needs, their own issues and their own likes and dislikes. Each one of them has to be respected in his or her own right. Eventually, they will all become part of Todd. They will still exist, but as a part of him as opposed to separated parts." Susannah could see by the look on Bill's face that this was a lot to take in.

"Téa said he had something like twelve or thirteen alters," Bill stated.

"Nineteen as of yesterday. Although the last one to come out might be a fragment," Susannah updated him.

"How can that boy live like this? He must not know if he's coming or going?"

"Actually although at times things get very confused, especially for Todd, the system is most likely very well organized. I'm not yet privy to the dynamics of Todd's system. In all likelihood every alter was created for a purpose. They each handle a specific emotion or trauma that Todd went through. For the most part they come when he needs them."

"It must take a child with an unusually creative mind to do that. I mean my kids had imaginary friends, but . . ." Bill was at a loss for words.

"Only children have minds flexible enough to do this. Todd was also an unusually bright child. Many DID patients are. Todd has a genius level IQ. He is also extremely creative. The irony is that he was made to believe he was stupid and without talents or gifts."

"By the father?" Bill guessed.

"Yes, he made Todd feel like nothing, like he didn't deserve the air he breathed. He started from the time Todd was a baby. He drummed it into Todd's head that he was stupid and worthless and a loser. He told him he was bad and clumsy and ugly. He would punish him for drawing a picture for him. He would punish him for vomiting. He would make him lick it up. One of the alters, Andy, a six year old, would throw up when the father forced oral sex on him. One of the punishments for that was having to lick it up. If Andy wet the bed he would be forced to sit on the wet spot for hours and then be beaten. Peter would burn his genitals with a cigarette lighter. He would have to spend the entire next night standing in the bathroom.

"Timmy, a four year old, was tortured in a tub of hot water. Not hot enough to actually cause damage to his skin, but hot enough to hurt. He would then be taken from the tub and sodomized. Tom, a seven year old, was woken in the middle of the night by the father lifting him out of bed by his throat. He was then dragged into the kitchen where he was usually beaten with the buckle end of a belt and then given a choice of punishments. Some of the punishments would consist of being burned on the stove or under the hot tap water or burned with cigarettes. Tom was hung by his arms on a hook on the wall that Peter kept raising as the child got taller. He would be made to stand against the wall for twelve sometimes fifteen hours, until he admitted to whatever crime Peter imagined he did. He would be made to do things like kneel while holding his heels, with his pajama bottoms rolled up to expose his knees, in a pile of uncooked rice, for hours on end."

Bill could see by the look in Susannah's eyes and by the rapid way she was describing the litany of tortures Todd endured that she needed to say all this. It was more than just a need to inform him. Susannah needed to be able to say this to someone with no emotional attachment to Todd or to his family, someone who could just listen and allow Susannah to express the pain she felt for this young man. Bill continued to listen without saying a word. He allowed Susannah to continue uninterrupted.

"Todd remembers some of this abuse. Most of it was blocked out. They were all made to play one of Peter's favorite games . . . making them hold their hand over a cigarette lighter for as long as they could. Thomas, an eight-year, old doesn't feel pain, so Peter found the punishment he was most afraid of. He would lock him in a dark storage shed, infested with rats. There are others who bear the emotional scars of what Peter and Barbara did. Jimmy is a fourteen-year-old who witnessed the father throw the mother out of the house and cause her to fall. This happened the day before she died. He has blamed himself ever since and is suicidal. Ten-year-old twin boys and girls came out because the mother sent Todd back to his father after he ran away and walked through the woods for nearly two days to find her.

"There's the other Todd. He's the fourteen-year-old alter who was the actual witness to Michelle's murder. He had been beaten, burned and raped by the father that same night. He was then forced to help bury Michelle's body. Pete is also fourteen. He tried to kill Peter that night for what he had done to Michelle. There is Rodd. He's Todd's age and handles Todd's sexuality. There are parent figure alters who nurture Todd and the children. Goodone, Miss Perkins and Carol. There is Saber, he is what's known as an internal persecutor alter. He embodies Peter Manning. He hates Todd and wants to destroy him."

Bill was left speechless by everything Susannah said. It was almost beyond his imagination and understanding. He looked at Susannah. While her voice was telling him a cold, clinical, description of her patient, her eyes held the sadness and sorrow she felt for him. Bill noticed Susannah's hands trembled as she lifted the coffee mug to her lips. He realized her professional demeanor, as she described the torture Todd had gone through, covered up the love she felt for her patient. Bill wanted to give Susannah some time away from all this. He knew she needed it and would not give it to herself.

"Doctor Hanen, Susannah, I have many more questions to ask you about Todd, but you know what? I think I would like to visit your Llanview Hospital cafeteria after all and see how it compares to the Palace Hotel."

"I'm sure you'll be, not-so-pleasantly surprised," Susannah kidded and smiled at him.

Bill noticed what a lovely smile Susannah had. It was warm, open and honest.

"You know what I really hate?" Bill began, "To eat alone. How about joining me and then you can give me the grand tour. Then, if we're up to it, I can ask the rest of my questions."

Susannah realized, for the first time that day, she was hungry. She had not eaten breakfast and now it was nearly noon. "I think you have yourself a deal, Commissioner. I just have to check in on Todd. Can you wait for me in the lounge in front of Todd's room?"

"Sure, it will give me a chance to work up more of an appetite," Bill happily agreed.

Susannah walked him to the lounge. The Baby was still out. He had already had two feedings since the morning. He had been put back to bed to allow him to sleep for a while. He was on his stomach, sucking his thumb.

Bill was surprised when Susannah asked him to step into Todd's room for a minute. "I thought you didn't want me anywhere near him?" Bill restated Susannah's words.

"He's sleeping. He won't know you're there," Susannah replied.

Viki and Sam knew Susannah was going to bring Bill in to see Todd and they knew why.

Bill saw them standing by the bed when he came into Todd's room.

"This is Todd," Susannah pointed to the figure in the bed.

Bill was not sure what he had expected, but this was not it. Bill could not believe his eyes. The young man who lay in the bed, on his stomach, sucking his thumb, was skin and bones. His skin was so pale it was almost translucent. The Baby's innocence was evidencing itself through Todd's face. Bill's heart broke for this boy. This was not what Bill expected to see. He immediately knew this young man could no more have taken a bat to his best friend's skull then his own children could have. He, like those who loved Todd, knew he would do whatever was in his power to keep this Todd out of prison. Susannah looked at Bill's face. She knew allowing him to see Todd, to see the sleeping Baby, was the right thing to do.

Both Susannah and Bill made it a point not to talk about Todd during lunch. Susannah realized she needed a break as much as Bill had realized she needed one. They did talk about some places in Chicago that they were both familiar with. They spoke about places to see in Llanview. Bill told her that he was divorced and shared custody of his three children aged sixteen, twelve and eight. Susannah told him that she had never married. What she didn't say, was that her career had been "her baby," until Todd.

They discovered that they both liked museums, old movies, the Chicago Cubs and deep-dish pizza. Susannah took Bill on a tour of the hospital. Finally, they headed back to the psychiatric unit Todd was on.

Susannah asked Bill to wait in her office for her while she checked on Todd. Viki had gone to the lounge to get some rest. Sam was standing over Todd's bed, jangling some keys above the Baby's face. The Baby reached out for them and laughed and cooed.

"He's been pretty active since he woke up. He's been reaching out for things and he's been very vocal," Sam informed Susannah, letting her know the Baby had been happily gurgling away and cooing, as usual.

As if on cue, he gurgled and laughed when Susannah approached him. He reached for her locket as she bent over him to listen to his heart. Susannah remembered how he had done that when he first came out.

"We have to get you back in the chair, huh, cutie? Yeah, I know you like that, don't you?" Susannah stated as she watched him put her locket in his mouth. "Here, I brought you back something from the cafeteria that tastes better than an old locket."

Susannah reached into a bag she had brought in with her and handed the Baby a bagel. "It's better for you too," she said, smiling at him.

The Baby reached up and grabbed the bagel. He put it in his mouth and began to suck on it.

"Well, that's one way to get food into him," Sam declared. He smiled at Susannah's ingenuity.

"Sam, as soon as Viki is rested I would like for you both to come to my office and join Bill and me. I have already explained about the alters to him. I thought perhaps you and Viki might have some questions or something you wanted to say to him," Susannah stated.

"What do you think of him? Do you get the same feeling Bo and Tea did, that you can trust him?" Sam asked nervously.

"Sam, I do. I absolutely do. Especially now that he's seen Todd. He loves kids, Sam. He has three of his own. I'm sure he believes Todd did nothing to hurt Michelle," Susannah was sure of what she had just said.

"Susannah, sometimes your instincts amaze me. How did you know bringing him in to see the Baby was the right thing to do? I know the Baby got to him. I saw it in his face," Sam confirmed. Sam's eyes were full of admiration for Susannah.

"I just had a hunch. Even shrinks just go on hunches sometimes," Susannah joked.

The Baby started to coo loudly.

"What's the matter, cutie? No one is paying attention to you?" Susannah said, as she walked over to him stroked his head.

He held the bagel up to her and laughed. She took it and handed it back to him again. They did this several times. Susannah could see he was enjoying the game he made up. She called Frank and Terry in to secure him to the chair again.

He didn't put up much of a fuss this time. The Baby's sweet nature charmed anyone who came in contact with him. This child was pure joy. He didn't seem to be too traumatized by his bout with pneumonia. Of course he was unconscious for most of it.

Terry and Frank enjoyed keeping him occupied with a game of "peek-a-boo." They covered their face with their hands and then removed them, calling out "peek-a-boo" as the Baby kept laughing and laughing.

"I think this would be a good time to come to my office and meet Bill. Do you think we should disturb Viki?" Susannah asked.

"I think she would very much want to be disturbed for this," Sam answered.

Sam, Viki, Susannah and Bill sat in the club chairs in Susannah office.

"Has Todd always dissociated, if that is that the correct term, into an infant?" Bill inquired.

They could tell that Bill had been studying up on DID.

"Yes, that's the correct term. The Baby didn't come out until after Todd went to the lodge and after he went blind. He may have been dormant for many years or the trauma of what happened may have caused a new split. Bill, Todd's case is the most complex I've ever worked on. The traumas he experienced were horrendous and chronic," Susannah explained.

"You said he has nineteen alters that you know of. How many more can he have? Is there a limit?" Bill asked.

"The only limit is Todd's imagination. Every alter's compartmentalized to a specific trauma. The system is efficient," Susannah replied.

"I guess Todd had enough trauma in his young life for an army of alters," Bill said sadly.

"Bill, Bo and Téa mentioned that eventually you will have to take this case to the DA, a Steve Harris. From what we heard this would not be good news for Todd," Sam stated.

Before Bill had a chance to respond, Viki said, "Now that you have seen Todd and Susannah has explained some of the details of his life to you, you can't believe that he killed Michelle. You have to know that what you heard on the tape was true. It almost, literally, killed that child to tell what happened. The time he spent at the lodge was agony for him. Can you imagine what it must be like to go through life with a secret like that? Bill, my brother was a much a victim of Peter as Michelle was," Viki statement as more like a plea.

"Mrs. Carpenter, I want you to know that the more I find out about this case, the more I want to find a way to prove Todd did not kill that girl. Right now, I have no body and no evidence that a crime has been committed. I have a taped description of a rape and a murder made by a desperately ill boy. I do not feel I would be doing Mr. Harris a service by bringing an unsubstantiated case to him. So, in plain English, no I am not planning on going to him in the near future. I want to find that girl's body, if it's there and I want to find that bat and have it tested. I want to prove, beyond a doubt, that Todd could not have killed Michelle Baker. Then I will go to see our new DA."

Bill was touched deeply by the look of gratitude on Sam and Viki's face. He was still haunted by her despair, earlier that day, as she spoke to Susannah outside Todd's room.

Susannah held off telling them about Paradise. She knew on one hand it would get their hopes up, and on the other it would mean Bill was that much closer to having a case to take to Steve Harris.

As if he could read her mind, Bill asked, "Susannah, you hypnotized Todd to get him to be able to tell you what happened that night. Why can't you hypnotize him again and try to find out where Michelle is buried?"

"I feel that, at this point, that would be far too traumatic for him. Reliving it sent him into shock the last time. I can't get to it directly, with him or any of the alters. I have to approach them in subtler ways. The other Todd, the boy who was actually there that night, is extremely fragile. He stayed hidden for fifteen years. He still hides. He doesn't live among the others. He cries constantly. The others can hear him, including Todd. They are frightened by the sound of his cries. Miss Perkins, a caretaker for some of the children, encourages them to cover their ears and ignore him. She is afraid of him. I think she has always known the secret he kept."

"Another boy came out at the end, didn't he?" Bill remembered the tape.

"Timmy?" Sam responded, thinking that was whom Bill was talking about.

"No, the one you called Pete," Bill clarified.

Sam, Viki and Susannah exchanged looks.

"Did I say something wrong?" Bill asked.

"No, not at all," Viki answered.

"It's just that Pete came out last night and that was the first time he came out since the lodge," Sam explained.

"Is that the one you told me tried to leave?" Bill directed his question at Susannah.

"Yes, Pete has been trying to get out since the day he first found himself here. He doesn't handle confinement very well," Susannah confirmed.

"Does he remember what was disclosed at the lodge?" Bill pressed for information.

Susannah knew that neither Sam nor Viki were privy to what Pete said when she saw him last night. It was not that she didn't trust Bill, but she did not think this would be a good time to divulge the fact that Pete does remember and that he said Michelle was buried in Paradise. Susannah did not want anyone to put pressure on her to try to get Pete back. She felt forcing him back, if she could, would not be good for any of them. Lying did not come easily to Susannah. As a matter of fact she hated even the smallest evasion of the truth. Susannah was a firm believer in "the truth shall set you free." Now, however, her instincts were telling her that she should not divulge Pete's memories of that night. "

Pete was really not coherent when I spoke with him. He had already been heavily sedated," Susannah answered truthfully but leaving out what Pete confirmed.

Bill accepted that without question. Susannah already felt guilty, something she hated to feel.

They heard a knock on the door. "Yes," Susannah called out.

"Susannah, I'm sorry to interrupt, Terry apologized as she stepped into the office.

"That's all right, come in," Susannah motioned her in with a wave of her hand.

"Can I speak with you for a moment?" Terry asked.

"It's all right, you can speak in front of the Commissioner," Susannah assured her.

"The baby needed changing so we moved him to the bed and Frank was cleaning him up. Andy came out. He became terrified when he realized Frank was washing his genital area. He jumped off the bed and . . ."

"Where is he now?" Susannah interrupted.

"He managed to crawl under the bed before we could stop him. We didn't want to try to get him back out until we checked with you. He's talking to himself and crying. As weak as he is, his movements are much quicker than most of the others. We allowed him to get away from us. I'm really sorry, Susannah." Terry took responsibility without making excuses.

"That's all right. I know how fast Andy can be. Who's with him now?" Susannah understood that this was not Terry or Franks fault.

"Frank," Terry replied and added, "Carl just came on shift. He's also in the room."

"We'll be right there," Susannah said to Terry. Susannah then looked at Bill and said, "You may as well meet Andy, but no questions, understand!"

"Doctor Hanen, do you always bark orders at people that way?" Bill asked, trying to hide his smile.

"Yes," Susannah answered and then said, "let's go."

TO BE CONTINUED

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