It's about thirty minutes till Sable's alarm clock goes off, but she's awake anyway. Especially after Luka comes into her room all worked up about Jason being out of bed. The doctors had restricted him to walking for about an hour a day. Sable had moved a TV in the bedroom for the kids to watch and Jason to listen to when he's isn't sleeping. "It's okay Luka, we'll find him," she says as she swings out of bed, grabbing her favorite kelly green fuzzy robe off the bed post. Sable offers Luka her hand to hold and off they go to find Daddie/Jason.<br/><br/>The kitchen looks better than when Sable had first come to the house. And there, scrubbing at the base of the stove and oven combination, is Jason. Glad in a white tank she found that thankfully fit him, his scarlet blind fold and a pair of thread bare jeans, Sable can really see how thin Jason is. She also picks up on the fact that he's panting from exertion, despite the oxygen mask looped through his nostrils and behind his ears. "Jason? How long have you been out of bed? You should be resting," Sable questions in a worried tone. "You're on bed rest for another two weeks. Come sit down for a little bit so we can talk."