Thomas leaned back against the kitchen counter; his arms folded across his chest. He was sick of the attitude Callie, who was sitting at the kitchen table (with one hand handcuffed to the chair), was giving him and he had let her know he wouldn't put up with it.

Callie pushed the food around the plate. She was hungry but wouldn't let herself eat his food, but it was also because of the pain shooting through her hand. Even pushing the food around the plate took effort and she was almost sure it was broken. She had been able to tolerate it for a little bit, but now it was becoming too much. "Can't I have my good hand?" she pleaded, looking up at him.

"No," was all Thomas said. "I can't trust you. I know as soon as I undo that handcuff, you'll try and pull another trick."

"No, I won't. I learned my lesson. My hand is just hurting a lot." As if to show him, Callie tried to push the food around again, but grimaced in pain. She sat the fork back down, looking back up at him and hoping he would give in.

He began to move from his spot at the counter and made his way over to Callie. She stiffened when he was so close that he was almost touching her. Looking at her untouched meal, a look of disapproval came upon him. "You've hardly even touched your food."

"The pain from my hand is making it hard." Callie could tell that he began to think about it. "Every time I lift the fork up, it feels like someone's stabbing my hand." There was a long silence as she waited for what his decision would be.

"Fine," he said, digging into his pocket for the key. He bent down until his mouth was at her ear, causing for her to stiffen even more. "But if you try and pull something, it will be worse than what you already got," he gestured towards her injured hand.

Callie nodded, biting her lip. She was trying so hard to not let herself cry or even show any indication that she was upset. She stayed unmoving as he undid her good hand and replaced it with her injured one.

When he was finished, she was aware of him watching her. She was quick to pick the fork back up and poked it into one of the scrambled eggs. It was easier now, but the pain from her hand was still unbearable. She pushed herself to finish the meal, not wanting to bring another reason for him to give her another lesson.

Thomas took the empty plate after Callie ate the last bite. He stuck it in with the other dishes piled in the sink. He began to say something, but cut himself off, "You know I never did get your name."

Callie stared at him with a look telling him that she wasn't going to tell him. Thomas read it and let out a small laugh. "You know I'll find out eventually. I checked the news this morning and will check it every day. I know your family is going to report you missing."

"I don't have any family," Callie said.

"Really? No mom or dad?"

Callie shook her head, no.

"I know you were running away from something," Thomas said and folded his arms back across his chest. "I can tell that you're not from around here. I know someone will report you missing, because I know you're a child."

"You don't know anything about me!" Callie snapped at him. She didn't care if he got mad. This man who had kidnapped her had no right to even pretend he knew things about her. If he didn't have her restrained and her hand wasn't injured, she knew she would probably lunge at him.

However, he didn't show any indication that he was mad. He kept a straight face and walked back over to where she was sitting. He retrieved the keys from his pocket, but paused before undoing the handcuffs, "Maybe you can think about that while you're in your room." He dragged her out of the chair and led her back to the room he had kept her in last night.

He threw her on the sheets which belonged to a worn-out mattress. "I know something I do know," he spoke. "And that's that I will find out what your name is. Even if I have to force it out of you." He turned and left the room and Callie once again heard that click of the door. This time she did let herself cry.

When she was at Helen's, she was angry every time Helen locked her in the room. Being locked in the room here gave a different feeling. She wanted to say that she was brave. That she would get herself through this. But what she was feeling was that she was scared. Taking a look around the room, she knew she should get used to it. She knew she would more than likely be spending a lot of time there and that she would be hearing the click of the door a lot more often.

She should have left a note or should have waited for one of them to come home when she had gone over there. She knew the possibility of the Fosters or anyone finding her was low. Hell, they were probably angry at her for running away. Again.

She laid down and rested her head on the pillow. Her mind went somewhere else. A place past the Foster's and all of her other foster homes. In this place, she was a little girl again and was sitting on her bed with her mother and a much younger Jude. He was in the middle of them as their mother held the picture book, she was reading to them with the book held up so they could see the pictures.

It was The Ugly Duckling. One of Jude's favorites. She was never fond of the story, because it always made her sad. She hated how everyone was mean to the duck. She had many more memories of her mom reading stories to her and Jude in bed. Those were times she wished she could have back. She touched her mother's necklace around her neck. She felt a sense of comfort, knowing her mom was with her. She wasn't sure she would be able to get through this without her.

Something that he didn't know was that she had her mother's presence to keep her safe. And even in this room, she felt safe. She stared at her mother's necklace. She kept the chain in her good hand and held onto it for a long time.

The police officer that Stef had spoken to had gotten back with unsuccessful news. She was informed she couldn't work on this, but she couldn't just stand there and not do anything. It was her daughter they were talking about.

She and Mike sat in their patrol car and made a turn onto the next street. It was midday, a little past lunch time. Stef's eyes darted around, scanning the scenery before her. The neighborhood they were in was quiet and unfamiliar. She didn't think they had ever gone down it with any of their routes.

She held her phone tightly in her hand, just in case Callie tried calling. She kept glancing down at it, almost begging it to ring. As they traveled further down into the neighborhood, there was still no sign of her. "She has to be here somewhere."

Mike, who sat behind the steering wheel, quickly glanced over to Stef before placing his vision back on the road. He stayed quiet for a moment, thinking. Suddenly he was pulling the car over on the side of the road. He looked over at Stef, now giving her his full attention, "What if she went out of town?"

"I don't know where she would even go," Stef said desperately, looking down at her phone again.

"Remember last time she caught a ride with Wyatt?"

Stef, who was looking out the window again to see if there were any more signs of Callie, paused. She didn't know how she didn't think of that and why the thought didn't even cross her mind. But now that it was brought up, she began to think about the possibilities.

"Wyatt has already been talked to and has been at school… maybe she took a bus or caught a ride with someone else."

Since they couldn't think of anyone else Callie would hang out with, they decided their best bet was going to the bus station first. When they arrived, they headed up to the ticket stand.

"Excuse us," Mike said.

The man at the ticket stand looked up at him.

Stef held her phone out, "Have you seen her walk through here at any time yesterday or today?"

He studied the photo and tried to remember if he had. "I can't recall if I did or not. We have so many people coming in and out of here."

"She's sixteen years old and is five feet and seven inches tall," Stef said with frustration in her tone, though she knew it wasn't his fault. His matter of fact tone had annoyed her.

"Like I said. I don't recall seeing her. She probably didn't come in on my shift. I can happily let you look at the security tapes."

"Yes, please let us do that."

In order for them to see the security tapes, they had to get with security first. Stef gave them the times she believed Callie would have got on a bus. Now, they were going through a number of five tapes all collided as little screens on the computer. It was hard to keep up with them all as it required for their eyes to constantly dart around at each one. With the situation, it was making it easy to feel dizzy after just several seconds.

Though the footage was grainy, they were still able to see as people got on and off buses, stood around and talked on cellphones or to each other, watched birds on the ground pecking at food on the ground. They saw a good number of things, but nothing of Callie. They tried other times but were met with the same outcome. They were ready to give it up and just continue their drives around.

Stef drew in a breath, "She's not here."

The security guard gave them his apologies. He was about to close the recordings, until Stef was suddenly telling him to stop.

"Right there!" She pointed at the middle screen on the bottom row. The security guard hit 'pause'. "That's her, I can tell just by looking at her back. I recognize her shirt. Lena and I bought it for her and also her backpack."

The tape showed a young girl making her way towards the bus. She had her backpack slung over her shoulder and appeared to have something in her hands, which they guessed was her bus ticket.

Mike looked at the girl and could see that it did in fact looked like Callie. "Let's find out who the driver of that bus was and see if they remember seeing her."

The feeling of them finally getting somewhere was enough to calm her nerves. When they talked to the bus driver, he did remember her… he remembered dropping her off in Arizona. That was what sent Stef back into a frenzy. Everything was going through her mind- Callie could be anywhere in Arizona or for all that Stef knew, Callie could have gotten on another bus and went to another state.

Stef knew she should have been trying harder, but her captain had found out that she and Mike had gone over to the bus station, though she had sympathized and told Stef that she understood, she was still sent home for the rest of the day.

Arriving home was hard. It was another day without Callie coming home with her. Another day seeing Lena's disappointed face. Another day letting, not just herself, but the rest of her family down as well.