"Cosima…"

She's walking through a hallway. It's dark. What is this place? DYAD? She's not sure. She can see a fluorescent light flickering in the distance. She walks toward it.

"Cosima…"

She turns her head. Where is that coming from? The voice sounds familiar. She continues to step toward the light. Her heart is pounding as she brushes her hand along the wall to find her way. She can't see behind her or to the sides. There is only the flickering light up ahead. The room at the end of the hall.

"Cosima…"

It's cold. She finds suddenly that she is freezing. What is this place? The voice is only a faint whisper. She can barely make it out, but it sounds so familiar. It's the only sound; everything else is silent. She can only hear her own breath, panting, the sound of her heart pumping in her chest. If only she could make it to the room. Her body feels heavy. She feels like she's walking through molasses. Every step she takes is a struggle. The flickering light seems to get farther and farther away the faster she tries to go. What is in that room?

Cosima awakens in a panic. Her head is pounding. It's happened again. The same dream.

She slams her hand to her forehead as she bolts upright, feeling with her other hand to find her glasses. Slipping them on, she slowly gets out of bed to grab an aspirin.

This is not the first time she's felt like this. This dream is haunting her. Always the same, always unable to move forward. However, this was the first time she heard that voice. That familiar voice...

Delphine.

It clicks into place. The voice. It was Delphine's voice. The woman she hasn't seen in two years. Well, she doesn't even know anymore if any of it was real, if she had really seen her that night. They told her she was too sick, that she was hallucinating. It had felt so real. Cosima was not convinced that it wasn't real. But she didn't know what to believe anymore.

For all she knew, Delphine was dead. She had died that night in the DYAD parking lot. That's what she was told. That the love of her life was dead. That was the story everyone had been sticking to. Cosima had sworn she was there that night at the camp. As it got farther and farther away, she began to doubt. No one could confirm her story.

Cosima felt it though. There was a presence she had sensed that night, and she still felt it. She felt like Delphine was still with her. She felt she had been with her when they gave her the cure, every day that she got stronger and better. She had been with her when she was finally well, cured completely, and her sisters had been able to get the cure as well. She was there when Cosima decided that she needed to continue with her life, that she needed to complete her degree and go back to Minnesota.

It was then that the dreams started. Cosima could barely call them dreams. They were so real.

Cosima walks into the kitchen, putting the coffee on, the monotonous routine barely conscious in her mind. She is always lost in her thoughts these days. The dreams, the memories. Her mind feels choppy, like it can't process it all. It keeps replaying all that has happened, like it's looking for something different every time, something that could explain the why. Why it all happened. Why Delphine was gone.

She can still remember that night clearly, Delphine's touch as she had climbed into bed with her, her hand stroking her face, warming her, loving her. They had spoken to one another, she could've sworn it, but when she had woken up in the morning, everyone told her it hadn't happened.

"Where is she?"

"Where is who?" the man says.

"Delphine."

"Delphine? I'm sorry, I don't know anyone by that name."

"Delphine Cormier. Dr. Delphine Cormier. She was here last night with me," Cosima replies, frantically.

"I'm sorry. There is no one here by that name. I took care of you last night. You were very sick. Hypothermic," he responds, in a flat tone, his eyes not meeting Cosima's.

Cosima starts to get up out of bed, feeling tears beginning to fill her eyes. "No," she starts, getting louder as she continues, "No, no, no, that can't be right. She was here. I saw her. I felt her. Please."

The man comes over, pushing her back down. "You mustn't get up. You are still very sick."

"No," she yells now, panicked. "Where is she?" Tears are streaming down her face. "She was here," she shouts, pulling herself up.

The man calls out for help and two more men run into the room, pushing Cosima back down to the bed and securing her there while she screams and cries out for Delphine.

Cosima sips her coffee, staring blankly out the window. She is empty inside. She has been since that night.

She can't let it go, even though her sisters have told her that she needs to, that Delphine is gone. She's on her own. She's the only one who still believes that maybe she is still out there somewhere. As long as she has hope, she has the will to carry on.

Once the dreams and memories started, they were all she could think about. Her brain had gone into overdrive all of a sudden. It was like it was pushing all the memories of Delphine to the front of her mind so that she wouldn't forget, she wouldn't give up. It was strange how it had happened. One day, she was flooded with the intense emotional memories that she and Delphine had shared. At first, she resisted, thinking it was too hard. She didn't want to remember everything. It was too painful. After a while though, she stopped resisting. The memories were too persistent.

They would come at random times in the day, sometimes willingly, sometimes not. Memories of dinners they shared, memories of days at work, almost always happy memories.

And the dreams. It was almost always the same. The hallway. The flickering light. At first it was just that, with no noise. But then she started hearing a voice, the faintest sound of someone calling her name. And now, she realized who it was.

This can not be a coincidence, Cosima thinks as she stands in the kitchen. The dreams, the memories, they are connected somehow. She knows it. She can feel it. She just doesn't know what it all means. But she is determined to find out.