Jason held his jaw as Andy growled at Tyler "He has her..."

Deciding to play on it Kim 'And you're not going to save her by doing this on their own. Tell me right now...have you even FOUND Kenny? Because that is the level of intellegence that we're dealing with"

Andy grew quiet at that as he yanked his hand away. "It's been almost two months...I want my Skyla back and home."

"We know that, Andy. We do, but you have to stay calm." Kim pleaded "Punching Jason is not helping her right now." Andy looked around at his boys and slowly sat down at the head of the table. Kim helped Jason up as the younger of the two brothers walked towards him with clear fury.

Jason lifted his hand as Kim went to stop Jason, but Jason placed a hand on his back. "Andy, I know you miss Skyla. However, you have to stay focused and strong for her sake. This is not the man Skyla fell in love with." Andy grew quiet as Jason looked at Tyler and Kim showing that their words did leave a little bit of an impact on Jason.

Andy motioned as the goons left scattering across Facina to be called upon when need be as Andy put his hands in his head "I can't take it anymore, two months and NOTHING. Not even a fucking trace. I want to believe that she's still alive, but even if she's dead, I still want to see the body. I just want to see her again."

“We’ll find her. But we can’t focus on doing that until my father is dealt with, otherwise it’s just going to keep being a distraction,” Tyler said.

Tyler was quiet, the only sign of his anger the tense-ness in his body, and the vein pulsing at his throat. He twisted the ring on his left hand absentmindedly.

Tyler had disappeared during the conversation, looking around for Elizabeth. She had been rather quiet and absent lately, so he wanted to check in and make sure she was okay.

Tyler knocked twice gently, before poking his head in. "Hey Elizabeth, it's Tyler. Remember me?" He asked gently. "Or maybe my wife, the girl with the pretty purple hair?"

"Well, I was actually going to invite you to the kitchen," Tyler smiled, stepping in. "I make some wicked chocolate chip pancakes and hot chocolate, if you're interested."

"Mmm, you don't have to lie to me, kiddo," Tyler knelt in front of her. "What do you really want?"

"Well," Tyler sat on the floor in front of her. "He is acting pretty scary right now, huh?" He asked. "But I know he cares about you an awful lot. Have you brought it up with him?"

Tyler kept the reassuring smile on his face, though the words sounded achingly familiar. An old, old conversation with Violet, in high school, so many years. Her parents, gone or dead to drugs, her sister in jail, desperate to find someone, anyone, but afraid she'd lose them too. "Andy would never leave you," Tyler said. "What if I talked to him?"

"Of course I will," Tyler promised, holding out his pinky.

(This is also a conversation that has been had with Elizabeth like twice before)