As the Big Guy walked towards the doors, he couldn't help but wonder what more trouble could be stirred up by their new visitor. They already had enough to deal with as it was; the abnormal population on the Yukon/Alaska border attacking human populations for no apparent reason.

Once he'd opened it he drew back his lips in a growl. There was no way the situation could have gotten worse, and yet the man stood before him proved that theory wrong. The figure that stood there smiled in his usual cynical way.

"Not often I use a front door. Quite the novelty." The man said, his voice thick with his upper class English accent, examining the wooden frame.

"You're not welcome here Druitt," he didn't move from the entrance. "You know that."

"I bring critical information my hair suit friend. About the troubles in the North," he held up a black bag but Big Guy's eyes never left the murderer's face, "and a present, if you can call it that." At this, he stepped to the side to reveal an unconscious and scarily familiar man lying slumped on the path, chest planted on the gravel and a large welt on the side of his head.

"Now, if you don't mind…" the ripper stepped past the abnormal and left him to pick up the unusual gift, travelling quickly to the lower levels.

"Forgive my scepticism John but your history of altruism is just behind a scorpion's." Helen led her ex-lover into the central hub towards a desk, meeting up with the others. "And where's Big Guy?"

"He's taking care of my other package. It should take a while," he replied, dumping his bag on the table.

"Why is he here?" Ashley asked, frowning in anger.

"Please, I am your father." He couldn't help but feel a little hurt by her comment, even though he knew it was completely reasonable.

"Then you should start acting like one and that does not mean kidnapping me when you want to spend some quality time."

"That is part of why I am here." Along with another equally interesting topic, but I'll save that for later.

Helen tilted her head. What on earth could he have to say? She looked down at the hands he was resting on his bag, the ends of his fingers covered in a thin layer of ice.

"I'm guessing it's not about visitation rights," stated Will, keeping his distance from the man.

"You have frost bite." Helen watched as her ex-husband pulled his fingers away, busying them with the bag.

"Certainly no reflection of your hospitality," John said sarcastically as the corner of her mouth rose a fraction,beginning to unzip the bag, I'd hoped she wouldn't notice, "Perhaps you can guess where I've been."

"The Yukon."

John made a sound of approval, unsurprised by the quickness of her answer, "I saw the carnage first hand. Traced the epidemic… to its origins."

Everyone began to look at the bag, the tension building as the once murderer slowed his progress for effect.

"Mount Logan." Yet again, Magnus was bang on the money, and looked at the box that John had just pulled out from its fabric casing. The team took a step back.

It was a plastic walled box with hazard signs on each side. Inside was a selection of what looked like black crystals and metal shards to the untrained eye held in yet another secured container.

"Not to worry, it's all been sealed in proper BS3 protocols etcetera etcetera." He hated those damn rules. It was so much easier in the old days, where health and safety was put second next to the expansion of their knowledge.

"There's no way that epidemiology was one of your specialties"

"Well, that's why I've come to you." He put the box back on the table as they began to come closer, curiosity getting the best of them, as he knew it would. "I found these fragments at ground zero. I believe you, Mr Foss," he turned to face the technology buff, sliding the box towards him, "will find these of particular interest."

Henry studied it for a moment, leaning on the table, then turned to Helen. "These look like fragments from a dispersal mechanism."

She stared at Druitt, his smug look beginning to make her angry. "Henry, prepare a level three residential cell for introduction of a possible bio-hazard."

"Now, it's better than some things I've been called."

"What's the point?" Henry asked, ignoring their unwelcome guest, "He's just going to teleport out of there anyway."

"I give you my assurances I will not."

"Let me back up those assurances with an EM shield. You teleport, you die." Magnus' coldness froze the already frosty atmosphere. How could she say such a thing? I was her fiancée once.

"Are we supposed to believe that you came here to fight the outbreak?" his daughter asked, still not convinced he was a 'good guy'.

"The war has begun. Humans verses abnormals, and I will not stand idly by while the Cabal imposes its chaos."

While all the tests and so forth were occurring, Big Guy was in one of the spare rooms, trying to make the strange yet familiar man comfortable.

He had removed his shoes and rather large jacket (which he was surprised to find stocked full with gun, daggers, ammunition and a rather hefty looking sword) and had put them in the wardrobe, including the strange miscellaneous. The man in question was lying in the room's double bed and still hadn't come to, though the lump had become a deep purple welt that he was careful not to touch.

He wondered who the man was and where Druitt had found him, but before he could delve any deeper into his thoughts they were disturbed by a beeping noise from his pocket.

He took out his planner and saw the message "FRONT DOOR" covering the screen in bold blue letters. With that, the ape-like man went down to the hall, quite sure that his new guest wouldn't wake up any time soon.

A currier was waiting outside with an envelope in her hand. When she looked at him her eyes widened slightly, but she didn't budge. She'd heard the stories about this place. "Telegram for a Dr. Helen Magnus?"

"I'll take it for her." Big Guy paid her and closed the door before she could look at him properly, heading towards her office. He passed Henry on the way who appeared to be deep in thought, so he decided not to disturb him. More than likely he was working out some form of new communication or the like.

"… experiment on humans as well as abnormals," finished Will as he entered the room. He was leaning against the computer desk. He hated it when people did that. It meant that the legs would become unstable and make the table lopsided. No one liked a lopsided table.

"Telegram." He held out the message, which Helen took, nodding to him in gratitude.

"Telegram? What is this 1890?" Will obviously wasn't used to dealing with old friends, though he didn't blame him. He'd only been there for about six months.

"Our Dr. Watson tends only to trust more established forms of communication," Helen replied, pulling the message from the envelope.

"Doctor Watson?" He looked between Ashley and her mother, "Not as in James Watson who's a member of the five."

"Yeah, and head of the UK Sanctuary." Ashley chipped in, as if everyone knew.

Big Guy considered mentioning the man he had in the room upstairs, finally realising why he looked so recognizable but decided it was best to wait until the problems with the other situation had died down a bit.

""Helen."" She said, looking down at the note, ""A matter of the utmost urgency. Will be arriving at the Sanctuary tomorrow. Will be bringing everything we need to get to the bottom of this new menace. Your trusted colleague, J W"."