"Son, I'm so sorry but you must know I'd be the happiest if I was allowed to tell you where she left."<br/>Doc was almost the same demolished by her leaving, pale and seemed at least ten years older, as he was rubbing his face leaning against his elbows on the huge desk. Even his office felt larger and colder now - much empty, without the giggle and black jokes of Imma, without the long chats of the trio into the night and beside some good wine, without him telling old stories about the family they shared with her.<br/>"But.. she was begging me not to tell you, no matter what, she made me promise that I won't..."<br/>With trembling hands he was searching for a<em>cigarette</em>- and this was a very bad omen...<br/>"Though..." The elderly man picked something else from the drawer as well, not only the fragrant tobacco and the lighter to stretch his over-stressed nerves a little.<br/>"I've kept this.. One can never know..."<br/>And with a weak wink he handled Cody<em>her</em>pager, with all the numbers she received calls from.<br/>"I'm sure they talked much with her sister recently.. That's the most how I can help you."<br/><br/>Slowly he rose from his leather seat, tired and broken, stepping to the young man and patting his shoulder.<br/>"Please.. please, son, if you manage to contact her.. please tell her that...... just tell her that I love her."<br/>