Raegan's mind flickered back to the tale of “birds return when the time comes," a story that resonated deeply with Casey. Guiding Casey to sit, Raegan recounted the narrative, each word laden with hope.

As Raegan reached the poignant moment in the story where the mother sparrow returned to find the charred remnants of her forest home, Casey's countenance shifted, her features contorted in sorrow.

Encouraged by this emotional response, Raegan pressed on, her voice steady as she uttered the hopeful refrain, "Birds return when the time comes." A tangible change swept over Casey's features, a glimmer of recognition illuminating her eyes.

At that moment, Raegan's heart swelled with joy at the sign of connection.

However, the moment of triumph was short-lived as Davey's arrival shattered the fragile peace of the room. Observing Casey's somewhat restored expression, Davey's spirits appeared momentarily lifted.

Yet, heedless of Casey's lingering reluctance, Davey remained steadfast in his decision. "Time's up," he declared tersely, his words a harsh reminder of their captivity.

With Little regard for Casey's emotional state, Davey swiftly carried Casey out of the room.

The atmosphere crackled with tension as the next day unfolded.

Casey arrived at Raegan's room promptly, and Raegan commenced her narrative once more. As the tale reached its culmination, Casey's eyes ignited with recognition, and she uttered her first coherent sentence since her affliction. "Is this it?"

Like a magician revealing a hidden trick, Casey removed a strap from her wrist.

With a cheerful smile, Casey inquired, "This one?"

Raegan's surprise grew as she realized the item she sought was concealed on Casey, masquerading as a simple wristband. Without hesitation, she inspected the embroidery, confirming the presence of the transmitter.

Pressing the button, Raegan awaited a response, her heart racing with anticipation.

A faint noise echoed from the doorway, prompting Raegan to hastily reattach the embroidered satin to Casey's wrist.

Aware of the transmitter's limited functionality, Raegan felt a pang of apprehension. This was their second and final opportunity to utilize it. Any subsequent attempts would be futile.

As Casey was once again led away, Raegan grappled with a profound sense of loss, yet clung to the belief that assistance was imminent.

Elsewhere, Erick and Stefan scoured the city's alleys and streets in search of Raegan.

At the Aurora airport, their meticulous investigation yielded no trace of Davey's comings and goings, leading them to conclude that he remained concealed in Aurora.

Simultaneously, Mitchel delved deeper into his search for Raegan with unwavering resolve.

After enduring three days and two nights without respite, Mitchel finally allowed himself a moment of rest, reclining in his chair with heavy eyelids.