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Mutual Affinities

"From the most remote period in the history of the world, organic beings have been found to resemble each other in descending degrees, so that they can be classed in groups under groups. This classification is not arbitrary like the grouping of the stars in constellations. The existence of groups would have been of simpler significance, if one group had been exclusively fitted to inhabit the land and another the water; one to feed on flesh, another on vegetable matter, and so on; but the case is widely different, for it is notorious how commonly members of even the same subgroup have different habits." – Charles Darwin, The Origins of Species

I.

Yellow streetlight squeezes between the black metal letters that decorate the arched window in Felix's apartment, casting long shadows of an upside-down "RIMBAUD" across the floor. A siren wails mournfully in the distance, causing a sleeping Cosima to stir on the couch. Delphine sits on the floor in front of the couch, an open laptop balancing precariously on her knees. She's absent-mindedly biting the tip of her left thumb as she scrolls through the DNA sequence displayed across the laptop's monitor. Her eyelids are drooping and so is her head but she keeps shaking herself awake. As Cosima rolls over in her sleep, her right arm flops out from the depths of the white blanket. The tips of her exposed fingers don't quite touch Delphine, but the motion catches the blonde's attention. She looks over at Cosima's hand then up at the still slumbering brunette. Delphine's smiles sadly watching the other woman sleep for a while, then she gently lifts Cosima's hand and slides it back under the covers. Cosima murmurs something under her breath and Delphine holds her own breath, afraid to make any sound that will cause the other woman to fully rouse. Cosima settles momentarily and Delphine turns back to her laptop. In the blue light of the monitor, streams of backward letters reflect across her face. She worries at the tip of her thumb again with her teeth; scrolling, scrolling, scrolling through the sequence.

The sliding door to the apartment slams open. Delphine jumps to her feet, laptop crashing onto the top of the coffee table in front of her.

"Dancing avocadoes – what?!" Cosima cries, sitting straight up in the couch.

Sarah stands in the doorway, taking in the sight of two women who are both frozen in place, mouths half open. Sarah blinks rapidly, mind filtering in the scene, then her eyes narrow in on the blonde woman and she realizes with a start that this must be Delphine. Delphine, the watcher. Delphine, the liar. Delphine who turned Sarah's name over to Leekie.

"What the hell are you still doing here!" Sarah's voice is guttural, almost predatory. Sarah stalks into the room, flinging an accusatory finger towards Delphine. Felix enters in the raging wake of Sarah, his face resigned and grim. Sarah's momentum carries her forward towards the blonde who is instinctively starting to backpedal.

"Whoa…Sarah…" Cosima manages as she scrambles to her own feet, hands up as if to ward Sarah away. But Sarah doesn't even pause, she smashes past Cosima who splutters and falls momentarily back onto the couch. Before Delphine can even think to turn and run, Sarah's hands are around the immunologist's throat.

With a "whumph" Delphine is dragged several steps and slammed hard against the wall next to the bathroom doorway.

"Where is she?! Where's Kira!" Sarah screams, spittle flying across Delphine's face as the hands around the blonde's neck tighten. Sarah slams Delphine against the wall again. "What did they do with her?!"

Delphine's feet scramble beneath her and as she tries to gasp for air she realizes her esophagus isn't working. In sheer panic she claws at Sarah's hands with her fingernails. Hazel eyes blaze in front of her – eyes somehow so familiar but so terrifyingly not. But this is not Cosima. And she can't breathe. In the din of the blood pounding in her ears Delphine hears Cosima's voice crying out, "No, Sarah! Stop! Stop!"

And then she's there, Cosima, her fingers scrambling against Sarah's, trying to pry her "sister's" hands from Delphine's neck. Just as suddenly Sarah's hands are gone and so is Sarah; she spins away, takes a few steps into the living room area and crumples sobbing onto the couch. Delphine slides down the wall behind her as she sucks in burning air, every nerve ending shaking her frail body. Cosima's fingers flutter gently against Delphine's face, as she bends over the blonde woman. "Are you okay?"

Delphine touches her own neck, still gasping, but her breaths are coming more easily now. Afraid to strain her voice, Delphine merely nods as she stares into the other woman's eyes – hazel eyes turned soft brown with concern. So different and somehow so familiar. Cosima sighs, relieved, and helps lift Delphine up from the floor until the immunologist is able to get her legs back underneath her. Delphine takes another gulp, nods a silent "thank you" as she pats Cosima's arm reassuringly.

Cosima's eyes deepen for a moment as she stares into Delphine's eyes and then suddenly Cosima's warmth is gone as she whips around towards Sarah.

"Sarah – what the hell?!" The edge in Cosima's voice is deep and cutting and for a moment she looms over the hunched figure on the couch, her fists tight at her sides. Sarah gasps between sobs and Cosima's body instantly softens and she kneels next to the other clone. "What the hell?" she says again, but this time all the fight is gone from her voice. "Sarah, what's going on?" But Sarah's face is hidden behind her hands, her knees up against her chest. Her sobs make the whole room feel like its quaking. Cosima looks from Sarah to Felix who has plopped himself into the nearby chair.

"Felix, what happened?"

"Kira…she's missing." He passes a weary hand over his face.

"What?" Cosima gulps and she hears Delphine behind her exhale, "Merde." Cosima glances over her shoulder to see Delphine leaning against the wall, a hand clasped to her face in horror. Their eyes meet briefly before Cosima turns back to Felix.

"What do you mean 'she's missing'? Where is she?"

"If we knew that she wouldn't be bloody missing, now would she?"

"Tell me what happened," Cosima tries again.

"She's just - gone…someone…someone took her," Sarah manages to say between big gasps.

"Oh, Sarah," Cosima says soothingly as she sits next to Sarah on the couch. The scientist throws one of her arms around Sarah's shoulders, holding her tight. Cosima's eyes find Delphine's again. The blonde woman has taken a few steps closer and is now leaning her shins against the edge of the coffee table. Delphine's hand is outstretched as if she wants to comfort Sarah, but realizing what she's about to do she stops, looks helplessly at Cosima. Cosima holds Sarah a little tighter - for the both of them - Sarah sobs again. A moment passes, then Sarah draws a shuddering gasp and, as if a switch has been flipped inside her, she straightens up on the couch, angrily brushing away her tears.

As her resolve firms, Sarah begins to speak, "After I told that Proclone bitch where she could stick it, I went straight back to Mrs. S'. I planned to take Kira and run – as far and as fast as I could. Only – only the house was empty. It'd been ransacked – papers and books everywhere, furniture smashed…I looked and looked but there was nothing, no sign of where Mrs. S and Kira might have gone, no sign of who might have taken them. I went back to the highrise where I'd met Rachel, but the floor she'd been on was empty. I kept telephoning Mrs. S, Paul, Felix – hell, I even called Rachel, but no one would answer. Not until Felix finally picked up; he thought maybe Mrs. S would have ran with Kira, brought her here. But clearly" – she looks around the room – "not."

"Okay…okay…let's think – we just need to think," Cosima says and Delphine can almost hear the gears in the brunette's head start to click into life. "Where would they take her? I mean, assuming it is them – Leekie and that Proclone woman."

"You – poodle hair – where would Leekie have taken Kira and Mrs. S?" Felix jabs a finger in Delphine's direction.

"I – I don't know. The only place I've been to is DYAD's Irvine campus, where I work – worked. But they have two other facilities, one in Tokyo and their main headquarters in England. But I swear – I swear, I don't know anything about this –"

"And you just expect us to believe you – after all your lies – the way you fucked with Cosima?!" Sarah demands and Delphine visibly flinches.

"I…I…" Delphine flounders, but Cosima cuts in, "I know you're just trying to defend me, Sarah, but this isn't helping. Delphine's been with me all night and, at least in this instance, I believe her –"

Bang! Someone hammers once on the apartment door. Everyone jumps to their feet.

"Shit, fuck, fuck, shit," Cosima hisses. "Do you think that's them?" Four sets of panicked eyes scramble around the room looking for the closest exit. Delphine reaches towards Cosima and finds Cosima's fingers reaching back. "Should we –" Cosima starts and then the door bangs again.

"Felix! Sarah!" The exasperated hiss sounds faint behind the closed door. "Let me in!"

"Alison?" Felix asks, reaching for the door. He slides it open just a crack at first and then wide enough for Alison to slip through.

"Fuck," Cosima and Sarah breathe in unison. Cosima realizes that her fingers are still brushimg against Delphine's. The two scientists look at each other for a long pause, finally Cosima sits back down on the couch. Delphine eyebrows frown sadly, but then Cosima pats the cushion beside her and Delphine's eyes blaze up hopefully as she slides into the seat next to her.

"You just scared the ever living spunk out of all of us," Felix says, closing the door and slipping the screwdriver back in place.

"Sorry." Alison offers. "But when you called and told me what happened...has there been any word? No? Oh God, Sarah, I'm so, so, sorry –"

"Fuck!" Sarah yells, throwing her arms up in the air, and Alison jumps back. "Everyone's so fucking sorry! God! I can't do this! I can't be here!" She starts towards the door.

"Whoa, whoa –" Felix races forward and jumps in front of the door. "Where are you going?"

"Back to the house! Back to the building where I met that bitch! I don't know! But I can't just stand still!"

"You've already looked both places. No one's there. I know you're upset about Kira, but running away –"

"I'm not running away! I need to be out there looking, Fee!"

"I get it – I do – but tearing apart the town isn't going to get us anywhere."

"Fuck you!" Sarah screams and shoves Felix in the chest. He slams backwards into the metal door with a dull bang, the back of his head connecting hard.

"Ow! Jesus, Sarah!" He cries. "What the hell?" He looks up at his foster sister, testing the back of his pounding head with his hands. The look of shock in his eyes, rocks Sarah in the gut.

"Fee," she says, stumbling forward her hand outstretched towards him; he bats her hand away.

"Get off me!"

"Are you okay, Felix?" Alison asks, protectively stepping in between Felix and Sarah.

"I don't know. Am I bleeding?" Felix leans forward, lets Alison investigate the back of his head with gentle fingers.

"It's okay," she says, "No blood, but there's definitely a goose egg forming." She kisses his cheek, gives him a quick sisterly hug. Alison suddenly rounds on Sarah, her eyes flashing. "How could you?! It's not his fault that Kira's missing!"

There's something about having Alison, of all people, defend Felix that finally hamstrings Sarah's rage. Sarah used to be the one that stood up for Felix like this against all the playground bullies – like a wild animal protecting her young. Instead Felix is looking at Sarah with a wounded expression; she's the bully now.

"Fuck," she whispers, feeling absolutely defeated. Sarah tries to find the words to tell Felix how sorry she is, but she just sucks at the air, before she finally deflates entirely. She turns and slinks away into the kitchen where she leans her elbows on counter, her head in her hands.

The atmosphere in the apartment feels suddenly close and stuffy and the four people left in the living room area glance around nervously at each other. Finally, Felix, who has been rubbing at the back of his head sighs and says, "Drinks?" The murmurs of assent are unanimous and Felix goes into the kitchen for some glasses and as much alcohol as he can carry. As he passes Sarah, he hesitates for a moment then lightly touches her back. "Drinks?"

Sarah laughs miserably and cradles her head as she turns to look at Felix. They stare at each other for a moment, Sarah wordlessly apologizing. Felix finally offers her a small lopsided smile. He pats her arm. "Right then," he says, "help me with the drinkies?"

Sarah laughs wretchedly again and shakes her head at him; ever amazed at his ability to immediately forgive her for all the crap she puts him through. It makes her feel worse, this instant absolution: but the best way she knows how to apologize is by helping him collect the wine glasses.

Out in the living room area Cosima says out of the side of her mouth, "Well, that was – awkward." "Mmm," Delphine agrees.

Alison meanwhile moves closer to the two women, casting glances every so often at Felix and Sarah who are still bustling around the kitchen; they've fallen into a comfortable silence, one that speaks loudly of sibling love. Content that Felix is okay, Alison turns her appraising gaze on Cosima and the woman beside her as she sits down in the chair next to them.

"So," Alison says, waiving towards Delphine, "is this her then? You're – monitor friend?" 'Friend' comes out as if it's a distasteful word in her mouth.

"You mean the person I had sex with, even though I knew she was my monitor?" Cosima asks, drawing out the word 'sex'. "Yes, Alison, this is Delphine."

Alison's right eyelid twitches involuntarily. But then her ingrained social graces win out and she inclines her head at Delphine, "It's nice to meet you."

"Et vous, bonjour." Delphine says almost automatically; her scientific mind spinning through everything she's ever read about nature versus nurture as she can't help but compare the woman in front of her to the woman by her side and the woman in the kitchen. Her fingers itch to start jotting down her comparative observations.

"You're French!" Alison says, suddenly excited. "Cosima, you didn't tell me she was French." Alison leans towards Delphine and rattles out, "Français était ma matière préférée à l'école secondaire et puis j'ai obtenu mon mineur en elle à l'université."

"Oh?" Delphine asks, shaking away her analytic thoughts. This is not the time and these are all very real women. "Eh bien, vous parlez très bien."

"Merci," Allison practically twitters, "My mother is French-Canadian on her father's side – so I think Français just runs naturally in the family."

"Seriously?" Cosima drawls. "You do remember that you came out of a Petrie dish."

"Well…" Alison eyes dart back and forth between Cosima and Delphine. She rolls her shoulders back and then becomes very caught up in straightening her pink blouse.

"Who wants to get plastered?" Felix asks as he and Sarah arrive back in the living room, arms laden with wine glasses and a wine bottle. Three hands reach up and he ceremoniously passes out wine glasses. As he pours the red wine he pausing only a moment before filling Delphine's glass. "I think I have some arsenic to go with it, if you'd like."

"Not helpful, Felix," Cosima hisses.

"Relax, hippy tweakster, I was just joking."

Felix flops down in the chair on the other side of Alison, swashing his glass of wine around. Sarah remains standing just outside the circle of furniture, drinking directly out of a whiskey bottle. Felix takes a long sip of wine then says, "Sooooo…what's the plan. You do have one – right Cosima?"

"Why am I the one that always has to come up with the plan?"

"I thought you were supposed to be, you know, the Brainy Smurf of the Clone Club." He snorts into his wine cup.

Alison's eyes flicker to Delphine as she presses the palm of her hand to her own cheek. "Hmm. I don't want to be rude – but should we be talking about any of this in front of – her?" Alison waves a hand in Delphine's direction.

"She's cool, okay," Cosima offers promptly. "If she hadn't helped, I never would have figured out that the encoded ID in our DNA is actually a patent claim." Sarah grunts into the whisky bottle and Alison hmms again, then splutters, "Wait - what?!"

"Oh shit, Alison," Cosima says, slapping her own forehead with the palm of her hand. "So much has been going on I never even thought to call you. You know the genome that Leekie gave me to look at? Delphine and I were able to crack the sequence – it's a patent; the people that made us, they basically copyrighted our genetic material."

Alison's mouth opens and closes several times like a fish gasping for water.

"Right then," Felix says as he leans forward to pour more wine into everyone's glass.

"But what exactly does that mean? For me – for us? For my family?"

"It means they own our asses. And Kira, too, apparently since she's biologically mine," Sarah explains between swigs of whisky. She's prowling now, pacing back and forth behind the couch. Her phone is in her left hand and she's punching in numbers one-handedly, calling Siobhan for what must be the hundredth time that evening.

"Really?" Alison gasps.

"Well, maybe. But not necessarily. I mean there's really no precedence for this." Cosima waives her wineglass around as she speaks. "Owning another human being is – well, it's slavery. Which, of course is like totally not legal. But, on the other hand the U.S. Supreme Court just ruled that scientists are allowed to patent synthetic DNA, which means – I don't know – clearly the encrypted bar-code in our sequence is synthetic and who knows what other enhancements to our genome they might have made…"

"But we're not synthetic," Alison interjects. "I mean we're real. Right?"

"Unless you've had a very unsuccessful boob job, I'd say the only synthetic thing about you is your yuppie track suits," Felix quips. Alison glares at him.

"The answer is I'm not sure," Cosima says, ignoring both of them.

"I was only ever given certain sections of your genome to study," Delphine offers, almost shyly. "My guess is that they have several different scientists looking at just a portion in order to keep the entirety of the project secret. I guess it's possible there's something there, besides the ID tag that I didn't see."

"Yes, but even if there isn't any obvious 'enhancements', did they synthetically select the traits they wanted us to have? Is there an original one of us out there somewhere from whom they got our DNA? Or did they pick and choose from a handful of donors or a handful of Petrie dishes?"

"Alright, this isn't getting us anywhere," Sarah growls, working herself up again as she paces, now dialing Paul's number. "The important thing right now is that we find Kira."

"I understand, Sarah, I do," Alison says. "But I have my own family to think about, too. I mean, I signed that contract. I agreed to let them test me in exchange for living my life free of monitors." She glances at Delphine.

"I—" Delphine squeaks, then stops, noticing that every set of eyes in the room are now on her. "I'm sorry, but I doubt they plan to leave you unwatched," she finishes hastily.

"Leekie told me he had personally pulled my monitor."

"Leekie's a liar," Delphine says, with such vehemence that it surprises even her.

"Yeah, well, considering the source…" Sarah begins.

Delphine glances around at Sarah and then at Cosima who is pointedly not looking at her. "Listen, I know I don't have the right to ask any of you to trust me." She glances at Cosima again and just catches the brunette's eyes slipping away from her. "But I know Leekie. I know how he thinks. He's not going to just walk away and leave anyone unmonitored. It's…it's like he's…oh, merde, what's the word? – obséder – obsessed!"

Alison glances nervously at Sarah and then at Felix. "But my watcher…died. So—"

"Jesus on a Popsicle – Aynsely's dead?" Felix croaks.

"It was a – a freak accident." Alison brushes her hair behind her left ear with slightly shaking fingers, then straightens her bangs until they lay smooth against her forehead.

"What happened? Did she get over-zealous with her Epilady?"

"It's not funny!" Alison's bolts upright out of the chair and the remaining wine in her glass sloshes onto the ground. She stares, horrified, at the small pools of wine on the rug. "Oh, oh," she fusses as she drops to her knees, begins blotting at the wine with first her bare hand and then, when that obviously isn't working, with the corner of her right blouse sleeve. Finally she sits back on her heels staring in absolute dismay at the red stain now on her sleeve. She blinks several times, clears her throat with a "hmm…hmm…" She meticulously rolls her sleeve up, until the stain is hidden. When she finally looks up, she finds four sets of eyes staring back at her. She slides up and back into her chair, looking chagrined.

"Holy shit, Alison. What was that?"

"I had to blot it up before the stain set in."

"Er…yeah…"

"Alison – what exactly happened to Ansyley?" Sarah asks, coming around the side of the couch.

"Her…her scarf got caught in the garbage disposal and she strangled to death. I just found out; right before I came here. Like I said, it was a freak accident." Alison is smoothing down her bangs again. "I'm sure there was nothing anyone could do."

"Dude, that's messed up," Cosima says, her eyes wide.

"Good riddance, I say! I'd like to put a bullet in the whole lot of 'em!" Sarah spits out. All eyes flicker toward Delphine who shifts uncomfortably in her seat, until Sarah brings all attention back to herself with, "Fuck this! I can't believe we're just sitting around getting sloshed!"

"What about Paul," Cosima offers, braving the rising tempest. "Can he help us?"

Sarah scoffs. "I've called him dozens of times, after I found the house empty – he's never called back. He's probably too busy trying to save his own ass."

"Granted, it is a fantastic ass," drawls Felix.

"We can't rely on him for anything. I thought about calling Art."

"What, the cops? Are you shitting me, Sarah?" Felix says. "Those Neolutionists already proved the police can be got to. I mean otherwise we'd be rotting in jail right now."

Cosima's sudden jagged splutters cut off Sarah's retort. The splutters turn to a deep hacking cough. Delphine puts a hand on Cosima's back.

"Cosima," the blonde says anxiously, "Cosima, are you alright?" Cosima's coughing finally trickles to a raspy breath and she takes her hand away from her mouth, staring at it. A small splatter of blood glistens in the palm of her hand. Cosima looks up with wide, shimmering eyes at Delphine.

"Oh, God." Delphine touches Cosima's face lightly with her right hand as her left continues to rub small patterns on the other woman's back. "You're okay. You're going to be okay. I promise." With the tip of her thumb, Delphine wipes away a drop of blood at the corner of Cosima's lips.

"What the hell?! Cos, what the hell is going on?!" Sarah demands.

Cosima shakes her head, her eyes not leaving Delphine's. "I'm sick."

"Sick? What do you mean sick?" This from Alison. "Not like – not like the German?!"

"Katja," Cosima offers. "Yeah, like the German."

"Holy shite!" Sarah and Felix say in unison, just as Alison says, "Shit!" Then quickly follows with, "How sick are you?"

Cosima shrugs her shoulders. "I don't really know. But I'm guessing coughing up blood isn't a good sign." Cosima's laugh is one step down from hysterical.

"Shhhhhhhhit," Sarah hisses through her teeth.

"Here," Delphine offers. She had gotten up during the series of expletives to get Cosima a damp towel from the kitchen. Cosima takes it with a small smile and a 'thanks'.

Delphine waivers for a moment, before saying "I think…I think maybe, maybe I should go."

"What?" Cosima puts her hand on Delphine's arm. "No, why?"

"Probably wants to run back to Leekie – tell him where to find us. You tell that sick mother-fucker –"

Delphine pointedly ignores the rest of Sarah's words, says instead, "I just, you obviously have a lot to talk about – all of you – and I should let you do it privately."

"But I want you to stay…" Cosima's grip tightens. Delphine waivers, torn between wanting to never leave Cosima's side and running away as far and as fast as she can. This is not what she'd signed up for, but then again she should never have signed up for it in the first place. Delphine sits back down and Cosima promptly releases her arm.

"Are we all going to get sick?"

"Jesus, Alison. Is it always about you?"

"No, Sarah, it's not always about me. But I mean, first Katja and now Cosima…"

"It's a fair question," Cosima says. "I don't know. When Scott ran my samples against Katja's he didn't find a marker for respiratory illness. However, he thought he'd found an anomaly in chromosome C, which would indicate certain cells aren't splitting correctly. Look, cloning is a very advanced but very risky scientific process at this point - all the research I've ever looked at about animal cloning indicates a high organ failure rate and an increased susceptibility to disease." Cosima looks back at Delphine for confirmation.

"Oui bien, it's actually quite amazing that any of you are here at all. Cloning animals has, at most, a 3% success rate and even when it is successful…well, cell stability is often significantly compromised…" she tapers off hopelessly.

"Yes, but clearly the DYAD Institute found a way to greatly enhance their success rate," Cosima adds.

Delphine's brows furrowed together, "I don't know – I didn't have access to any of that research."

"Why did the Institute hire you? What exactly did you do there?" Alison asks, genuinely curious.

"I work – worked – in the Immunology Department," Delphine begins, but is cut off by the shrill tone of a phone ringing. Everyone jumps. Sarah stares down at the phone in her hand.

"Shit!" Shit, it's Paul!" She flips the phone open, puts it to her ear. "Hello?! Hello, Paul?!" She starts pacing again as everyone else holds their breaths, watch Sarah as she strides around the room. "What? Where are you? I've been calling –" She's moving towards the bathroom, now towards the kitchen. "Are you sure?" Her voice rises and she spins around, pacing back into the living room, listening hard. "Are you bloody fucking sure?!...Where were they going?!...….Fuck!" She screams and hurls the phone; for an instant it seems suspended in the air and then it smashes against the far wall, shattered pieces flying in a dozen different directions. Sarah crumples onto the floor next to the coffee table, where she sits with her knees tight against her chest rocking back and forth, beating the palms of her hands against her forehead. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Felix is beside her in an instant, arm curled around her.

"Sarah, what is it? What happened?"

"They have her, Fee," she whispers. "They fucking have Kira!"

"Who? Who has her?"

"That fucking Proclone bitch."

"Shit. Are you sure? Where is she? Is Paul with them?"

"No. Paul didn't know where Rachel took her exactly. After he got my messages he went back to the building where Rachel was, just like we did. He found security footage of Rachel getting into a chopper on the building's roof not long after I turned her offer down. Paul traced the helicopter back to Pearson. He asked around, found some baggage handler who told him he had seen a woman fitting Rachel's description board a private plane that flew out a couple of hours ago; he said – he said she had a little girl and – and another woman with her. Said both women seemed to know each other…said they both seemed in a hurry to leave…"

"The other woman - it's not Mrs. S! Mrs. S wouldn't do that…if she had taken Kira it would've been to hide her, not hand her over to the Neolutionists…"

"I don't know that, Fee. Not after what Amelia told me…"

"You knew Amelia all of four minutes. We've known Mrs. S. forever – she raised us, Sarah,…"

"I know…"

"Sarah, did Paul find out where the plane went?" Cosima asks gently.

"No. He said he was going to do some more digging…I –I should go," Sarah says, struggling to rise. "I should help him."

"Sarah," Felix starts, but then a phone rings. Everyone stops and looks blankly at the smashed phone for a moment. "Oh, wait, I think it's mine." Felix scrambles to his feet and rushes over to the kitchen counter where he had earlier set it down. "It's Paul," he says looking up from the phone. "Hello? Yeah, yeah she's here…yeah, her phone –er-glitched...yeah...yeah…I'll tell her." He shuts his phone, goes back to sit by Sarah, wraps his arms around her again. "He said to stay here. He's made some calls to some old colleagues of his who are still in intelligence. He said he's on his way here; he'll call if he hears anything before then."

"Oh, God! Fee—" Sarah sobs.

"Shh, shh…we'll find her, Sarah. We'll find her."