Isabelle looked at Richard, barely believing him. Why would Shawn run away from her? Wasn't she his everything? The thought that Matthew may have caused him to leave fluttered through her mind before she discarded it. Matthew appeared to approve of her grand plans. Plus he was too scared to disobey her. If she was going to destroy the 4400 she was going to do it her way. Although she had wanted to do it with Shawn by her side.

She could sense that her father was worried and she shot him a reassuring smile. "I'll be fine daddy. I'm sure he'll come home soon. He just needs a break. I have to go do something now."

She walked away, moving through the centre until she came across Matthew. She slammed the door shut, liking the look of fear upon his face.

"Why has Shawn left?"

"I don't know. He left a note saying that he couldn't cope with it anymore and he just left."

"When are you going to get him back?"

"I'm not going to get him back Isabelle, he's gone."

"Well I want him back!" She didn't care that she was raising her voice. "I want you to go and find him now!"

"It… isn't that simple. It's a big world Isabelle and he could be anywhere."

"Well then I'll go and find him. And you'll have to find someone else to do your plan with. Oh wait, you can't do."

The smugness faded away from Matthew, replaced by a begrudging acceptance. "I'll see what I can do."

"Good." She opened the door quietly, striding out, knowing that she had won. Shawn would be back by her side again soon, and this time she wasn't going to let him go.

After his outburst Shawn had been left alone by the rest of the passengers. He still felt a bit guilty about how he had treated Alison when she had just been trying to talk to him and he was still having trouble pushing these feelings aside. He tried telling himself that there was nothing else he could have done but he knew that it was a lie, if he had tried harder he probably could have got rid of her an easier way.

Uncurling himself he grabbed his bag and stood up, surveying the bus to find her. She was sitting by herself now, reading a fashion magazine, bag on the seat beside her. He sat on the seat behind her and coughed to get her attention. She tore her eyes away from her magazine to look at him.

"Shawn? Huh… thought you wouldn't come around these parts again. Sure you don't want me to leave you alone?"


"Because I was actually in this portion of the bus first and you might be a big super-star but that doesn't give you the right to tell people where they can sit."

"I know," his mind was focused on a different part of the sentence, "big super-star?"

"Yeah, of course. You're the main 4400, the one that everyone recognises. The one with the easy life."

He scoffed, that was ridiculous. He would have bet a lot of money that she wasn't able to spend a week doing what he had had to do. Being manipulated and pushed around, being stuck in a meaningless relationship and not having anyone to talk to.

"Oh come on, you get to buy whatever you want, whenever you want it. You have people to do whatever you want, whenever you want it, you live in this giant apartment…"

"Yeah, and being manipulated into doing whatever people want, whenever they want it is great fun. And this is about the most in depth conversation I've had since I was abducted."

She smiled, apparently conceding defeat. "So what are you going to do when you get to New York?"

"Don't know. I have a bit of money, probably find some place to rent, hide out for a while, and get a job. You know, just be normal." They lapsed into an uncomfortable sentence again and Shawn wondered if she was waiting for him to continue. Not being able to think of anything else to say, and wondering if he should have come up with more of a plan before he had run, he decided to copy her again. "How about you?"

"My cousin got me a job; I'm going to be staying at my Aunt's for a while. She's a 4400 as well; technically she's only five years older than me now so it's a bit strange."

"Yeah, I suppose it will be." Fear was coursing through Shawn's body, what if her Aunt was a member of the Nova group? What if this had all been an elaborate plot to kill him. He was about to make an excuse and leave when he heard someone above him.

"Hello? Mr Farrell?" He looked up to see the mother of the boy he had saved at the station smiling at him. "Ryan wanted to give this to you…" She tapped the boy on the shoulder, making him move forward, a sullen look on his face.

"She made me do it." He handed Shawn a folded up piece of paper, a card with the words 'thank you Shawn' scrawled across it. Shawn looked back at them, Ryan was embarrassed, obviously wanting to get out of the situation but the mother was beaming. His training kicked in as he tried to come up with a way to please them both.

"Thank you. It looks… very… cool."

The mother herded Ryan away back to their seats and Shawn put the card into his bag. Embarrassing as the situation had been, he was still happy to have the card. It reminded him that he had been abducted for a reason. No matter how screwed up the rest of his life became, he was still able to save people.

"So Shawn… you wanna meet my Aunt?"