A small house, Inside

Without Raven guarding her way, Missy has to do a lot more fighting to get through to the next address, where her son's adoptive parents live.

The whole time, she is haunted by memories. Or rather, one memory. The cry of a newborn, who had just taken its first breath. It was the only memory she had of her... her son. She hadn't even been told if it was a boy or a girl. They had simply whisked the child away and assured her that it was for the best, until she came to believe it herself.

But now, he needed his mother. And she hoped she wasn't too late.