He's about to offer to take the bag, but sees her with the phone and doesn't want to interrupt, so he takes a couple quick strides so he can open the trunk before she gets to the car.

Once the bag is in, he shuts the trunk and hurries around to the passenger side to get the door open for Kate.

He can hear the soft buzzing of the line ringing as Kate moves past him, and he bites his lip, hoping June answers.


Alone in her home, June stares at the ringing phone, afraid to touch it.

She knew it. She knew it all along.

As much as she wanted to be wrong, as much as she prayed to be wrong, she knew that if Bill returned to work he wouldn't be safe.

She'd been waiting all day for the phone call telling her something had happened to Bill to come; stomach tied in knots, fears of the worst on her mind, going back to that night in August when Bill was shot again and again.

When Rudy showed up at the door it was déjá vu, and her heart had stopped.

She listened enough to learn that Bill was alive and headed for the hospital, then she couldn't hear anymore.

Now, with the phone ringing, she's afraid of who's on the line, and what she might hear.

Slowly, just before the machine picks up, she reaches out and answers, closing her eyes and holding her breath.

"Hello?"