Molly felt warm. The type of warmth you feel that makes you want to stay asleep forever. She struggled against her eyes from opening. She was still in her dress, but she was covered with a blanket. She didn't recognize where she was.

"Da?" she tried calling out. Sitting up, the wave of pain that went through her took her breath away. Her head fell back hard on the pillow as the memory of the night before came back to her. The storm. She was at Chris Larabee's home. With utter humiliation she remembered her last memory was after the second tornado. She'd lost all her remaining composure and had fallen into his body sobbing. A shadow fell into the doorway and moved toward the bed. "Da?" she tried speaking again.

"No, it's me, Chris," he said to her, crouching along the side of the bed. She'd cried herself to sleep in his arms the night before. After a while he heard her crying quieting and felt her body slack against his. He'd waited a few minutes before moving her. He knew she was hurt and whether stubbornness or fear wouldn't let her admit it, Chris hoped her sleep would swallow any pain when he carried her to the bed. He watched her as she slept a fitful sleep. She'd whimper for her father and someone she called "Ony." The bruise on the side of her forehead turned a dark purple marring the young woman's delicate face. "I went to your house this morning," he said to her. "There was no sign of your father. His horse was gone but the wagon was still there." Molly nodded her understanding. "It didn't even look like it'd been moved, house didn't look too bad."

"What if he didn't make it back into town?" Molly asked softly.

"And what if he did?" he answered her. "I've got the wagon to take you back to town in. We'll go on the same road he'd of had to have taken just to make sure, but I'm bet'n he's in town looking for you." She only nodded again. Molly tried to pull herself up into a sitting position but Chris put his hands on her shoulders, stopping her as her face instantly turned white with pain. She closed her eyes and caught her breath.

"I. . . I don't think I can stand up," she said, not meeting his eyes.

"It's okay," he said to her. "I can help you." He waited until she nodded before placing one arm under her shoulders and the other under her knees. Then he carefully lifted her and carried her outside. "Do you want to lay in the back?" he asked her.

"No," she said. "No, I'll sit. I'm just a bit stiff, that's all."

"Are you sure?" he asked her. She nodded again. As though she weighed nothing, he lifted her into the seat of the wagon. Embarrassed from having to be carried like a child out to the wagon, Molly still wouldn't meet his eyes. Her head hurt, her chest hurt and she was dizzy. Molly realized for the first time that she must look a fright. Most of her hair had tumbled out of the loose up-do she'd put it in. Her dress was dirty and had blood from her cut on one of the shoulders.

"I should have listened," she murmured to herself as Chris climbed in beside her.

"What's that?" he asked her. Like a child who knew she'd done something wrong, Molly looked down at her hands in her lap.

"Da told Colum and I not to go far from the house and I promised Colum I'd go back after he left me. I didn't listen to either of them and if my father waited . . . if he waited after I told him I'd go straight back . . . if he didn't make it back before the storm?" her voice broke off. Her panic and crying was starting to make the pain worse. Chris saw that. He needed to get her back to town and to Nathan.

"Molly, look at me," Chris said, putting a finger under her chin and raising her head to face him. "Your father thought you were with your uncle and your uncle thought you were with your father. Both of them would have gotten to shelter thinking you were safe with the other. By the time they figure it out, I'll have you back to town."

"I'm sorry," she said to him in a small voice.

"I'm not," he said to her. "How else would I have found out about Prince Edward Island?" he smiled at her. Without waiting for an answer he took the reigns and got them on their way.

The jarring of the wagon was making Molly hurt worse. Chris was trying to keep the wagon as steady as he could on the rough terrain while trying to keep an eye out for any sign that Bryan might not have made it back. His concern was on Molly. He needed to get her to Nathan. He hoped the town had come through all right and that damage to both property and injury to the townspeople was at a minimum. If the town was crippled in anyway it would need all seven of them.

Molly hadn't said a word since they'd left his house. She'd had her sights focused on the landscape on her side of the road. Chris thought of Lily and hoped she was all right. He had to reconcile some things with her - privately. As the town came into sight with no sign of Bryan, Molly finally spoke.

"What if we missed something?" she said.

"Let's just get into town and see what's what," he said to her.

"Bryan," Colum yelled bursting into the house. There was no sign of his brother. "Bryan, Molly," Colum yelled again going to search his niece's room.

"What's all the yelling about?" Bryan's voice came from outside as he made his way back into the house. He'd been out back clearing debris from around the house. "Where's Molly?" he asked, realizing his daughter wasn't in sight.

"I was about you ask you the same thing. Ms. Patterson just told me she wasn't here in town. That she was suppose to be with me."

"She stayed with you, you took her to the ranch, didn't you?" Bryan asked.

"Bryan, she told me she was going back to the house. I told her a storm was coming and you both needed to head back to town. She told me she was going to the house."

"She didn't come back to the house. Oh Jesus God almighty?" Bryan yelled out before running out the door.

"Bryan, wait," Colum yelled, running after him. Bryan spun on his brother.

"How could you do that, how could you just leave her there alone. How could you leave her out there by herself?" Bryan yelled. "What is the matter with you?"

"She told me she was going right back to you. I wouldn't have left her alone and you know that. We need to find her. We need to stop fighting and go find her," Colum tried reasoning with his brother. Vin Tanner came up to the two of them. He'd been with Lily when Colum came into town and found out his niece wasn't with her father.

"He's right, we can get some men together and go lookn for her," Vin said to them.

"Mr. Tanner," Bryan started saying, he pulled in a deep breath trying to calm himself. "My daughter is a very intelligent young woman but she's never had to go through anything like this. She doesn't know this area. She could be hurt and lost or?" his voice trailed off, his mind not letting him voice the alternative.

"We'll find her," Vin said to him. "We'll bring her back to ya, I swear it. Get your horse ready and meet us in front of the store in fifteen minutes." Bryan nodded his understanding. As he turned to walk away, the voice of JD Dunn yelling out his name stopped him.

"Bryan, Bryan, you need to come with me. It's Molly," JD said running up to the men. Bryan, Vin and JD all took off running in the direction JD had come from

As Chris drove further into the town, the damage the tornadoes had done was clearly visible. Most of the buildings had pieces of their roofs missing and nearly every window had gotten broken or blown out entirely. People were milling about cleaning up. The sounds of hammers breaking out windows and saws cutting through wood filled the air around the small town. Molly kept scanning the people for her father and uncle. It was Buck that noticed the wagon first. JD and him were getting ready to go out with Vin to look for Chris who hadn't been seen at all since the storm and a missing Molly Gallagher.

"JD go find Bryan Gallagher," Buck said, behind him as he moved to walk up to the wagon that was headed for Nathan's clinic. JD looked up toward where Buck was heading.

"Molly?" he said out loud, moving to follow Buck.

"JD now," Buck said firmly. JD hesitated before running up the other end of the street where Bryan was. Buck moved to walk up to the wagon that Chris was pulling up in front of the clinic. Lily had noticed the wagon come into town and ran from the saloon to it. Vin and Josiah were right behind Buck. "You okay?" Buck asked Chris as he stepped down from the wagon.

"Little worse for wear but I'll be alright, Molly's hurt," he said. "She needs to see Nathan." Vin was on her side of the wagon and he moved to lift her out. Molly was in too much pain and too exhausted to protest. A touch on his arm caused Chris to turn around. Lily stood before him, a worried expression on her face. "I'm alright," he said to her, putting his hand on top of hers. She looked at Molly in Vin's arms and a hand went to her mouth. The young woman had clearly gone through an ordeal. "Go with her will ya," Chris said nodding toward Molly.

"Of course," Lily said. Chris gently tightened the hold he had on her hand. "I want to see you later," he said to her.

"You will," she replied before moving to walk over to Vin and Molly.

"Nathan," Vin called out, carrying Molly inside and toward a bed. Nathan appeared next to the bed as Vin gently laid Molly on the bed. "Molly's hurt," he said to Nathan as he moved out of the way. Lily took his place.

"Molly," a voice yelled from outside before Bryan appeared.

"I'm alright, Da," Molly said weakly. Bryan moved passed Lily to kneel next to the bed. Colum appeared in the doorway. Bryan reached up to lightly touch the bruise on her forehead.

"Oh God," he murmured. "Why did you do that?" he said to her, cupping her face in his hands. "Why didn't you come straight back when Colum told you to?" Molly shook her head and began crying.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't think anything bad was going to happen. I didn't mean to cause such trouble. I didn't mean?" her voice cut off and Bryan gathered her too him to hold her but released her when she gasped out in pain. He looked up concerned at Nathan. He moved closer to the bed.

"I should check her over," Nathan said.

"I'm fine," Molly said, trying to gain her composure back. "Please, I just want to go home."

"It's alright, Mollybon," Bryan said to her, stroking her hair. Nathan moved to try and escort Bryan and Colum out of the room but Bryan stayed next to his daughter. Lily intervened.

"Bryan, go back to the house and bring me Molly's nightgown. Nathan will look her over," she said putting her arm around his shoulders to lead him from the bed.

"I'll be back soon, love," he told Molly. Lily led him and Colum outside. Bryan and Colum walked slowly down the stairs the image of the young woman that meant the world to them fresh in their minds. She was clearly in pain and looked as though she'd faced the tornadoes head on. Chris Larabee was standing by the wagon he'd brought Molly back in. Bryan walked over to him. "I can't thank you enough for bringing her back. How on Earth did you find her?" Bryan asked. Chris relayed to him the story of her in the pathway near his home and how he'd brought her with him to wait out the storm. "I'm afraid my daughter is the one with the gift for words. I can't express how grateful I am to you for this," Bryan said to him, shaking his hand.

"Who's Ony?" Chris asked him. Bryan froze in mid-handshake.

"What?"

"When she was sleepn' she was calling for an Ony," Chris explained.

"She called her mother that when she was a little girl. I haven't heard that name in years," Bryan responded. "Thank you for taking care of her." Chris tipped his hat in response and walked toward the jail to check in with the rest of the men on the state of the town.

Bryan came back with the nightgown Lily had asked for what seemed like seconds later. Even though he'd left the room, both Lily and Nathan knew he was just outside the door not wanting to be far from his daughter. In a replay of days before, Lily helped Molly out of her dress and into her nightgown. She took note of several bruises on the young woman's chest as though she'd been hit with something. Nathan had gone into the other part of the room where the man that had come into town with Cheyenne and Vin was badly hurt. A blanket was currently separating the two sides of the room. He came back in after Lily had gotten Molly into her nightgown. Lily made a move to leave but Molly held her hand out to her.

"Please don't leave," she begged her.

"Hush, cher. I'll stay if you want," Lily said, taking her hand and sitting on the side of the bed. Aware of her uncomforatableness, Nathan quickly examined the young woman confirming she had a concussion and several ribs were badly bruised. Lily went out to inform Bryan of her condition and to urge him to go home and rest, that she'd sit with Molly. He hesitated but resolved to take her advice, making Lily promise to immediately get him if something happened. Inside the clinic, Nathan made a tea for Molly that would help her sleep. Lily came back inside and sat next to Molly once again. She took the hairbrush that Bryan had brought along with Molly's nightgown and began to gently brush out the young woman's hair.

"I'm sorry, Lily," Molly spoke for the first time. Lily stopped brushing and turned to face her.

"Whatever for?"

"For causing so much trouble," Molly responded.

"Nonsense, cher," Lily said. "You cause no trouble. Now hush and sleep or Nathan will be angry with me." She continued to brush the young woman's hair if only to offer some form of comfort and began to mummer nonsense in French to her. The young woman's breathing relaxed and she began to sleep.