I don't see dreams for a long time now. If something comes to my mind, it's always home. A peaceful time when I didn't have to fight for my life and for the lives of others. The time, when I and everything, that mattered to me, haven't yet turned to ash.

I don't like these visions — they distract me, make me upset, and mostly, remind about what I am trying to hide far, far away. Sometimes they still get out, but during these moments I am happy and trying to enjoy these brief little minutes of time.

My commander used to say that the heart of a soldier is an irreconcilable flaw. Take it away, and everything will go away with it: fear, pain, guilt... love. I would like to follow my commander's advice, but, unfortunately, I don't have him with me. I don't have anybody with me. I am left alone.

I wake up from the sharp noises of a metal lock. Something is happening, and this something doesn't seem like a usual evacuation training. The floor was reflecting with the dozens of heels, that were knocking the valse right above my cell.

I swallow the dusty aftertaste from my tongue and lift the knees closer — there're still bruises from the last torture. It was a long time ago when they let me out for a task last time — the body is getting out of the habit to walk. Since they figured our small venture, we are not allowed to see each other anymore.

My brain is thinking slowly, when I understand that somebody walked into my four walls.

A man's figure imprints on the flickering lamp's background. I don't know his face, and to be honest, don't want to. He quickly comes closer and, without saying anything first, hits my ribs with his boot. I spread out on the floor coughing and seizing air with my mouth. My sight darkens. He hits again and again and again. When I'm ready to faint, he grabs my ripped shirt and shakes above the ground. My tiny figure seems to be just a feather for him. He slaps my cheeks several times as if bringing me back to life, then his knuckles strike my temple. The hit throws the air out of me, I start suffocating, fall to the floor without feeling any pain anymore.

Through the dark vail of pulsating blood in my brain, I hear his voice:

"It's a pity we have to say goodbye to you, really," now I recognize him. It is the guy who left the bruises on my knees nearly breaking my legs. It happened when they decided I had a chance to escape. "But we do not want you to tell all our secrets if you get caught."

Only now I hear the sirens. It all seems clear now. He is scared — just like all the soldiers here, at the base. I smile sloppy without even wiping the blood off my lips.

"When I get caught," I barely whisper with a growing fear inside.

Despite fake bravery, the anxiety is beating in my body. To get from one organization to another is not the best of my possibilities. I try to crawl away from the man, only to cover myself from his fists and boots, but I can't. He hits the ribs again, then the knees. I yell with tears. The pain drives from the forehead through the spine to the heels.

I am waiting for the last strike, that will finally finish all the suffering, that will give me peace, like a remission from all my sins.., but it doesn't follow. Opening my eyes carefully and clearing my brain, I hear more, than I see, the shaking man's body and then, a small dark box that is emanating blue lighting. An electroshock. The body falls beside me.

The one who attacked the base, reached me. And I don't know whether I should be happy or fear.

My body stopped following my orders. In the last second before fainting, I see an inclined face. Somehow I seem to know it. Grayish hair covers a part of the curls now, the red lipstick becomes faded, but the eyes... the eyes are still the same — brown and courageous as in the first day I saw her.

"Agent Carter..." I whisper and, not believing my eyes, fall into oblivion.