Parker sat far more patiently than Fresco while Medley drew her blood. Her smile was constant and gentle. Fresco couldn't help but smile back. He was certain his expression came across far goofier than hers. He felt a joy within him, growing stronger and stronger as the minutes went by, a joy fed by the knowledge that Parker was free.

From the lopsided grin on Garris's face, he was no more immune than they were.

Medley remained her usual stoic self, however, as she ...