"My parents...are gonna be...worried...." Bo mumbled after a few minutes of silence.

Luke looked up at Bo, confusion swirling around in his eyes.

"Bo....your parents are dead, same as mine and our cousin Daisy's..."

Luke's brows drew together in a line looking at him.

Bo shook his head. He still didn't remember his real parents, or at least what he knew about them. He still believed the couple that raised him were his parents, which in a way, they were.

"Live in Ten...nesee....Karen and Nick..." Bo replied, opening his eyes a bit to look at Luke.

Luke opened his mouth to say something, though when a thought had occured to him, he shut it tight and nodded slowly. He thanked God that someone had found him when he had run away from home twelve years ago.

"Bo... do you remember anything at all before age six...like say, people or places?"

Bo closed his eyes in thought, trying to remember. After a couple of minutes, he shook his head, opening his eyes again.

Luke looked down, the doubt and sadness clear in his eyes. Bo didn't remember him, Uncle Jesse, or Daisy. The muscle in Luke's jaw worked, his eyes still diverted to the floor as he thought of ways that would help him jog Bo's memory. Pulling his knees up to his chest, resting his tired forearms across them, Luke felt his wallet as he scooted around a little, smiling, Luke got up on one knee pulling out his wallet. Opening it up, he pulled out a picture, in perfect condition, of Bo, Uncle Jesse, Daisy, and him. Turning to face Bo, Luke held out the picture for him to take and look at.

Seeing the picture, Bo took it and looked at it, studying it. After what seemed like an eternity, Bo seemed to get a glint of recognition in his eyes as he looked from the picture to Luke and back again to the picture.

Luke smiled, catching sight of the glint in his cousin's eye. Pointing a finger to each person in the picture, Luke spoke softly.

"This is your family Bo. There's Uncle Jesse, Daisy, me, and that little baby he's holding there is you."

Bo studied each person in the picture, recognizing everyone more. He still didn't remember what happened to his real parents though and still believed Nick and Karen were his real parents.

Luke grinned widely. He could tell his cousin remembered and was as pleased as punch he did. When Bo handed the picture back, Luke put it back in the pocket of his wallet, putting his wallet in his back pocket. Sitting down, his back to the wall in a comfortable position, Luke sighed.

"It's been twelve years Bo since we last seen ya cousin..."

Bo looked at him, trying to remember what happened that had made him disappear like he had.

"What...happened?"

Luke smiled lightly, shaking his head.

"You was buggin' me and Daisy all day, t' play cowboys and indians with ya.. well, a couple of our friends...Cooter and Lori Davenport...came by and we managed t' rustle them in on the game... me and you was runnin' from 'enemy fire' and you darted off in t' some bushes...last we seen of ya....we searched for days on end....I never stopped..."

Luke sighed heavily, remembering all the laboring and tiring days he spent out in the woods or walking down the roads searching for him.

"M'sorry...for taking...off..." Bo said softly, looking down.

Luke smiled putting an arm around Bo's shoulders consolingly.

"S'ok Bo... I ain't mad...none of us are.."

Bo smiled back a little, glad he wasn't mad.

As it grew dark outside, hearing the shuffles of feet and muffled voices above finally die down, Luke let out a sigh, closing his eyes sleepily as he stretched his legs out, leaning back against the wall putting his hands behind his head for a pillow. Keeping one eye open to watch out for Bo or for anyone to come down there, Luke yawned tiredly, tomorrow proved to be an interesting day for the two of them.

Tired, Bo closed his eyes, soon falling asleep.

Bright and early the next morning, Luke was wide awake. Standing up, he stretched his aching body, every limb he had popping and cracking. Scratching his brunette locks, Luke looked out the barred window, seeing the robbers outside. Smiling when he seen two of them leaving, and one staying, he knew it would be an easy escape. It was just the part of getting Bo to Doc Appleby's in Hazzard, in fact, it was getting to Hazzard period that was the problem. Shaking hs head to clear his thoughts, Luke looked around as much as the iron bars on the window would let him, trying to scout out an area around them. Seeing a pine thicket straight ahead of them, he smiled to himself. Trudging back over to Bo, Luke knelt down beside of him shaking his shoulder as gently as possible.

"Wake up cousin...we're gettin' outta here..."

Bo groaned and turned his head, opening his eyes. Blinking, he looked around the previous days events coming back to him. His ribs didn't hurt nearly as bad, but were still aching dully.

Looking at Luke, Bo smiled a little. "We getting out of here?" He aked softly, able to breathe a bit easier now.

Luke nodded, patting his cheek lightly.

"That's right...c'mon."

Luke stood up, taking hold of Bo's arms to help him up.

When Bo was standing, he put a hand over his side, catching his breath real fast. When he was breathing normal again, he looked at Luke.

"What's the plan exactly?"

Luke ran a hand down his face, slowly climbing up the stairs half way.

"I'm gonna use my knife to jimmy open the door, when the 'guard' comes to the door, we knock him out, tie him up. There's a pine thicket just across from us, we'll get to it and think of how to get to Hazzard from there."

Luke only prayed his plan would work as good as it did in his mind.

Bo nodded, hoping the idea worked. He doubted he'd be much help, but he would still try his best to help Luke out.

Letting out a breath, saying a silent prayer, Luke looked through the keyhole seeing the man with his head thrown back against the back of the sofa, sleeping. Nodding to himself mentally, Luke took out his pocket knife, flipping open the blade. With skill, he expertly jimmied the door open, stopping momentarily to look back out the keyhole to see if the man had moved any. Smiling when he saw no change in the man's stance, Luke quietly pushed open the door tippy-toing his way up the last couple of stairs, looking back at Bo to see if he was ok.

Bo was doing as well as could be expected at the moment. He followed Luke, moving as quietly as he could.