A few minutes later, Natalie emerged, leaving Sarah in the room to color with some dry-erase markers she's scrounged up from somewhere. Lance couldn't help noticing the tired set to her sounders or the fact her face was still pale around the edges. She still wasn't at full strength after yesterday's ordeal. He gently eased an arm around her shoulders in a gesture of support, and was surprised when Natalie buried her head in his shoulder and sobbed quietly. He wanted to comfort her about everything she'd been through since dying, but didn't want to say anything for fear of being overheard.

"Poor Sarah's been through so much," Natalie hiccuped. Lance suppressed a sigh of relief when he realized she wasn't thinking about her Immortality. "Did you see what was on those disks?"

"No," he replied softly.

"Be glad," she answered. "I went through them, and it was enough to make me sick. It wasn't enough that he turned her into his little sex slave, but he completely broke her spirit as well. Sarah will never been the same little girl she was before. I doubt she'll ever trust another man for the rest of her life."

Lance nodded and gently rubbed her back. "So, what now?"

"I've already talked with Child Services," Natalie replied, stepping back to wipe her eyes. "The Bureau's flying in a child psychologist from Duke to check her out. Her parents are on the first flight they can get out of Montreal."

He nodded. "What would you say to getting some fresh air, maybe grab some lunch?"

She shook her head. "No, I need to hang around here in case Sarah needs anything."

Lance gripped her shoulder. "You stay with Sarah, and I'll worry about the paperwork."