You're not real. You're not real. You're not real. You're not real.

Tick. Tock. The clock ticks. Counting down. You're going to explode. Liar liar pants on fire. You lied to Kurt. He's mad at you. 1,2,3,4 how many more seconds until you snap? How much of your life is a lie? Are your memories even real?

You're nothing.

Stale. That was the only word she could think of to describe the room she was locked in. Stale and cold. She wasn't sure if it was a cell. There were no rows of long metal bars to separate her from the outside, no tiny rectangular window. Add empty to her list of words. Stale, cold and empty. One lonely mattress lay on the floor with an even lonelier sink and toilet. She was happy this room had a slight sense of hygiene. A small mirror hung over the sink. A part of her wanted to look at her reflection to see if she could find some answers but the other part of her was too afraid of what she would see.

Jane was scared of what would stare back at her.

She had been arrested a few hours ago, or was it days?

For all she knew, she could've been in here for a week. She didn't know. She didn't know where she was or who she was. Her stomach decided to growl as if making a point. She couldn't remember the last time she ate. They gave her a meal when she first arrived but must've forgotten about her. She didn't know who They were. She just assumed someone brought her food or it just magically floated through the slot of the heavy metal door. She gave up banging on it; her throat had started to hurt.

She was exhausted.

But she didn't want to sleep.

I can't.

The nightmares were too much. When she first closed her eyes lying on the lonely mattress, she woke up screaming. She couldn't remember why or what happened in her dream, but she remembered the feeling. The thumping of her heart, the cold sweat dripping from her face, His voice, Kurt's', screaming at her that she was a fraud, that she didn't deserve to be with him, that she didn't deserve a life if she wasn't even real. Jane wasn't her real name. She didn't know what it was.

Dream Kurt was right. Why was she here, alive and breathing, if she didn't have a proper life? There's nothing for her to build off of and just when she thought there was, when she had a team she could trust, when she had a purpose to solving the puzzles on her skin, it fell apart the one man she trusted lost all faith in her, when her supposed husband was going to Erase her again.

Empty like this room.

That's what she was.

She almost laughed at the irony of it all but she held her breath. Suddenly there was a rattle of chains just outside her door and she almost dove right to the slot to find out what it was. She stuck out her hands and waiting for the plate of food to drop but it didn't come. She dropped her hands and stood up, banging on the door.

"Hey!"

Just then, something dropped from outside with a loud bang. There was yelling. Footsteps pounding. She swore she heard gunshots. What was going on? She banged harder on the door, screamed louder. She wanted out of this crazy mess that was happening outside. She felt ignored, isolated and invisible. Was she here? Was she real? When she raised a fist to bang on the door again, she was blown back as the door seemed to explode in front of her. She hit the wall with a thud, her body went limp and she slid down like a rag doll. The dust stung her eyes and she tried waving it away but there was too much.

"Jane."

Someone was calling for her. But she couldn't make out the voice. Everything was happening so quickly. She was suddenly free! But why? She had no intention of going out into that mess. Suddenly being isolated and invisible felt like a fantastic idea. She wanted to hide, curl up in the lonely mattress. Fuck it if she closed her eyes. She didn't care. She just wanted to disappear.

"Jane!" the voice was calling for her again. They seemed angry, annoyed.

Stop yelling at me she wanted to say.

She was scared.

Suddenly, she felt a hand grope her and a pair of strong hands pulled her forwards. Fingers gripped tightly around her arms. She tried pulling free but she was too weak, too tired. Let me sleep. Please. Just let me rest.

You can't.

Just run.

And she did. Whether this person was her rescuer or a bad guy, she used them as a support for her legs to keep running and focus on her freedom. She was getting out of the empty room. That was all she cared about at that moment.

The smoke was clearing and her vision was slowly returning. The figure of the person holding on to her became clearer as well. It was a man. He looked familiar.

"Kurt." The name escaped her lips before she could catch herself. He stopped in his tracks. There was something different about his figure; he seemed smaller. Finally after what seemed like decades, he turned around and Jane had to stop herself from running away. Her body shook with fear as her fingers covered her mouth in shock.

No.

It wasn't possible.

"No, not Kurt." Oscar corrected her with a devil grin on his face.