When I woke, Mrs. Frederic was sitting in a chair by the bed. She looked relaxed, but not so much. I had to really think to comprehend what she had said. Alice was no longer a threat. Could that really be true? A part of me begged myself to believe it, but I couldn't. It seemed to me that no matter how hard she tried, she would always go back to being the murderess that she was. She killed people for fun and watched them die while she stood aside and laughed. She was trapped in the mirror for so long watching her mother die that it seemed torture was all she knew. Could she really give it up that easily? Could she forget who she use to be?

What about Pete and Myka? How had they and the others agreed to let that girl live after everything that had happened? I felt even more betrayed than I did knowing they just walked away. Pete and Myka were raising that girl as their own and no one cared about what she had done to me or even to them? Alice had tried to kill us all at one point when she was trying to avoid being captured into the hookah.

It felt like my life's work was ruined all because of me failing this one mission. I didn't know what to do, but I knew something had to be done.

"She's nineteen now," Mrs. Frederic spoke without me even asking anything. I gave her a questioning look not really knowing what she was talking about, but again, she answered my question without me asking. "Alice."

I nodded. Fifteen years. It was hard to believe that much time had gone by and it was overwhelming. No wonder they kept me here for so long. Was this blacking out going to happen a lot? There had to be a doctor I could ask later when Mrs. Frederic wasn't around. This woman would drive me crazy and it was obvious fifteen years ago how she drove everyone else crazy with her constant rules.

Was I now becoming a rule breaker? I knew I use to always follow the rules, every last protocol, but ever since I used the astrolabe, things were spiraling out of control. I can't take this torment and I know I need to get out of here. The only question was how.

"You can't go back," Mrs. Frederic broke the silence. I didn't quite understand what she meant, but like she has always done, she answered my question. "The Regents have said that you are no longer welcome back to the Warehouse as an agent and want you to leave all of their agents alone. The result would be your death if you do not comply."

My mouth dropped open in surprise despite the fact that I was trying to stifle it. How could they do this to me after so many years of hard work put in? I was the lead agent. I was the lead agent. I wonder who they replaced me with. When the curiosity had me to my brink, I had to ask.

"Who do they have now?" I asked, attempting not to stutter through the words.

Mrs. Frederic looked at me with sympathy. I knew she didn't want to answer, but when she did, she muttered the one name I didn't want to hear.

"Myka."

Myka had stepped up to the plate and was the lead agent? She took my position. I wondered to myself just how long it had taken her to accept. Did she have even a moment of hesitation for taking my place? Did she think I wouldn't be angry with her taking my place? I then imagined her in my office area and moving all of my papers. How could she think of taking my place?

Anger coursed through my body and I clenched my fists. I wanted nothing more than for their death. All of them. They deserved to die for what they did to me. How could they not see it coming?

"I know what you're thinking," Mrs. Frederic said as she motioned for her bodyguard to exit the room. After he left, she turned her attention back to me and pushed her glasses up to the bridge of her nose. "I know what you want. You want them to suffer. Maybe I can help with that, or at least with something. What do you say? Do you want my help?"

I never imagined Mrs. Frederic would help a retired agent take down the others, but what choice did I have? Could I sit by and allow the other agents to take over everything I had before they ruined me? I knew something had to be done. It had to, but first I needed to get out of here.

Mrs. Frederic knew that and she promised to get me out of the hospital as soon as possible. She made arrangements for me to be discharged and taken to a motel not far from Univille. From there, she would contact me and we would figure out how to continue from there. As far as I knew, the Warehouse 13 team was dead to me. Nothing could make me forget what had happened and I would never forgive them.

Within the next 24 hours I was discharged. A taxi was waiting outside of the doors and a nurse helped me out of the wheelchair and into the cold, leather seat. I attempted to refuse the taxi, but they said something about it being a hospital policy and I couldn't leave the doors of the hospital without being in one of these damn contraptions. I wanted nothing more than to go back to the Warehouse and get comfortable in my surroundings, but it was impossible. That future was gone for me and it wouldn't help to think about the past like that. The Warehouse was in the past, except it was also in my future. I needed to get in the Warehouse to be able to finish my mission.

When the taxi reached the hotel, I climbed out and took what few belongings I had upstairs after checking in. When I opened my door, there was already a suitcase on the bed. When I opened it, I found clothes that looked like they would fit better and a pair of shoes. The first thing I did was try on the shoes after kicking off the old pair that were fifteen years old. Surprisingly the old pair had gotten too tight over the years and the new pair was exactly the relief I needed.

I then took a few minutes to look around the room. The bed was neatly made, the sheets and blanket were a teal color that was attempting to light up the room, but failing horribly. An atrocious patterned chair leaned against the wall next to a floor lamp that was nothing more than a black pole and an off-white shade. The thin curtains promised to wake me at the first sign of light.

"We need a plan," a voice behind me said. I jumped and turned around to see Mrs. Frederic at the door.

"You need to stop doing that," I replied through clenched teeth. I had just gotten out of a coma. Did she not think certain things like appearing out of nowhere would give me a scare? Mrs. Frederic took a few steps forward and sat down in the ugly chair.

"The plan," was all she said in return.

I nodded, but in truth, I hadn't thought of a plan. I made up different scenarios in my mind, but nothing made much sense or seemed plausible. I imagined just walking right into the Warehouse and getting revenge, but I knew that I would be doomed the moment they saw me.

"You don't have one, do you?" the older woman asked. I wondered exactly how old she was, but I knew not to ask. The last agent who asked had gotten a cold stare and to be honest, that look had me shaking in my cheap, new shoes. All I did was shake my head in response.

"That's okay," she promised me. "Because I have one."

And here is where my story really begins. I knew whatever Mrs. Frederic came up with had to be good. Her plans were usually flawless and all I needed to do was be sure I could carry it out.