With a hint of indifference in his eyes, Joaquin clarified, "I'm Joaquin." Taken aback, Meredith froze. Helen didn't make herself clear in the phone call, so all she knew was that one child was gone, but she didn't know which one. A trace of panic flashed across her eyes, and she resumed wailing. "I'm worried to death! Where's your brother, Jojo?"
"He's not found yet," he replied. Then, she scrambled to her feet with Joaquin in her arms. In his mind, this was the only time when she had held him this way.
"I'm sorry I lost my composure earlier, Mr. and Mrs. Fowler. Where's Jamie? Do you have any news now?" she asked with tear-filled eyes as she gazed from John to Helen. "There's no news for now. Just calm down first."
John's words merely made her even more depressed, and she cried, "Mr. Fowler, how can I calm down? That's my son we're talking about. My son!"
