Sydney Bristow sat in the local café, staring into space thinking about Danny. It was exactly 47 months ago to the day that Sydney had arrived home to find him lying dead in their bathroom. He had been murdered by the evil monster that was Arvin Sloane – her boss.

She remembered all the things they did together. How he proposed, how he cracked jokes, how he always wanted kids (which secretly she knew she could never have because of her job, the job that cost Danny's his life). She remembered sitting in this very café, sharing a piece of rich chocolate cake with Danny in the corner, which was now occupied with a young couple sharing a slice of warm apple pie. Sydney felt a surge of jealousy run through her and that very moment he walked in.

His eyes scanned the room, looking for her. Finally, he found her. The girl glaring, in a daze, towards the teen lovebirds in the corner as she twirled her coffee with one hand and wiped her eyes with the other. He walked over to her table and stood behind her. She noticed a shadow fall over her table and turned around.

"Vaughn," she began, "If you are here to …" She stopped mid sentence suddenly as she saw who was standing there.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked.

"Sydney, I came to see how you're doing. I know what today is. It's been four years hasn't it? I'm so sorry. I know how you feel."

"What the hell do you know? You kill people for a living."

A group of girls from a nearby table stopped their loud who-had-the-most-myspace-friends conversation to stare.

"What did she just say?" One of them whispered to the others, her head tilting towards Sydney.

"Dude, killers are so hot. Did you not see the latest James Bond? Double O sexy."

He stared at them as they giggled shrilly. He returned his attention back to Sydney. She narrowed her eyes and whispered, "Just leave me alone."

She reached into her pocket and pulled out an assortment of coins and threw them onto the table before reaching for her handbag and walking out of the café.

One of the girls caught his eye. She twirled her long blonde hair between her fingers as she mouthed "You're hot."

Ignoring them, he followed Sydney out of the café and walked beside her, reaching for her hand.

"Sydney, I need to tell you something."

"What don't you understand Sark?" as she snatched her hand back from him. "Leave me the hell alone."