"You really bring a whole new dimension to the concept of U-Hauling, you know that?"

"Oh, shut up."

She giggles at Felix's sass, grabbing one of her scarves that's been hanging over the back of the couch and stuffing it in a bag. She's in the process of gathering her belongings and packing them up, preparing for her move. They haven't set a date yet, but she doesn't have that much stuff to begin with. Most of her belongings are back in Minnesota, sitting in an apartment she's still paying rent on. As soon as everything's died down, as soon as she manages to crack Professor Duncan's code and develop some sort of gene therapy for her and her sisters, as soon as she has a clean bill of health, she'll have to return to collect it all.

"I will never understand lesbians," Felix rolls his eyes, venturing over to the bookshelf.

"What? You'd prefer if I crashed here indefinitely?" Cosima replies.

"God, no. I'll drive the bloody truck myself, if that's what you want to hear."

Felix was, unsurprisingly, very supportive of her decision to move in with Shay. He'd initially teased her, pointing out that Shay was originally supposed to be a "scratching post," but then he'd swallowed his words and decided that the healer was a much better alternative to the doctor. He grabs a stack of books from the shelf and brings them over, setting them down on the coffee table.

"Which ones are yours?" he asks.

"Mine?"

"Well, yeah. We both know they're not Sarah's."

Cosima makes her way over to the table to sort through the pile and determine which ones belong to her. She hadn't brought many with her, but she immediately finds her copy of The Origin of Species amongst the pile, as well as Brave New World and some other books that are mostly related to her all but forgotten school work. She also spots a number of Kira's books, books she's read to her niece many times over while they were cooped up in the apartment. There's Curious George, a few variations of Clifford the Big Red Dog, but she freezes when she sees it buried beneath the others.

A Dog Came, Too.

She lifts it, inspecting the cover closely but refusing to open it, refusing to summon that ghost. Even still, she can hear it howling in her ear, feel the drop in temperature as a chill runs up her spine.

"The puppy followed the explorer the whole way?"

She drops it back into the pile, collecting those which belong to her and separating them from the rest. Felix watches her closely with a skeptical eye as she continues sifting through the loft in search of her possessions.

As soon as she steps through the elevator and approaches the lab, Scott is already standing in front of the door waiting for her. His arms are folded over his chest, his foot bouncing nervously, perhaps impatiently. Scott's been a bundle of nerves lately, most likely on edge by being around her and Delphine and all of their "lesbian drama," as he'd penned it. He has nothing to worry about now though, with her gone. Things can go back to the way they were, the way they should be.

"What's wrong with you?" she asks, making no attempt to veil her skepticism as she side-steps him and swipes her card to open the door.

"We need to talk," he replies, his voice low.

He follows Cosima into the lab, watching as she removes her coat to hang it and then does the same with her purse. She's unmoved by his demand, carrying on as usual, and the thin line of her lab partner's lips draws downward into an even more pronounced frown.

"Cosima," he calls to her again.

She finally stops what she's doing, turning to face him. Instead of regarding him with the seriousness that he's aiming for, she arches a brow and smirks.

"Scott, are you breaking up with me?" she teases. "Because if that's the case, I get the lab. You can-"

"I'm serious, Cosima!"

The loudness of his voice startles her, rattling off the walls and immediately washing away her playful demeanor. She can't truly recall ever hearing him raise his voice and the severity of the situation comes pouring in. She swallows her joke, nodding in understanding.

"Okay. What's up?" she asks carefully, stepping closer.

"I-It's... it's Delphine."

The very mention of her name brings her blood to a boil. She clenches her jaw, trying to maintain her best poker face, to give no indication of her crumbling foundations. She's spent the last couple of days trying to push Delphine as far from her thoughts as possible. She's moving in with Shay. She's moving on with Shay. With Delphine's absence, she can finally make letting go of her a reality.

"Scott, we've been over this," she sighs angrily. "I don't wanna-"

"I think something bad's happened to her."

The snarky comment that was clawing its way upward dies in her throat, her heart stops in her chest. She takes another second to truly look him over, to take note of his furrowed brow, of his lower lip that looks like it's on the verge of trembling. Scott's breathing is uneasy, as if he's panicked or may burst into tears at any given moment.

"What do you mean?" she asks quietly, bewildered.

She's not fooling anyone. Scott can see how hard she's trying to hide her concern, how miserably she's failing at it. She may not want Delphine in her life, but the thought of the doctor in danger has her on edge.

"I heard Doctor Nealon. He was talking about her on the phone with someone," Scott begins to explain.

Cosima steps even closer, like an overeager child, wide-eyed and waiting for the punchline.

"What did he say?"

Scott takes a deep breath, composing himself.

"He said "everything's fine, Doctor Cormier's been taken care of." Those were his exact words."

She shakes her head, her brain unable to process this new flood of information, perhaps unwilling to. The last she knew, Delphine was fine. Delphine was the big boss in charge, living it up somewhere in Europe. Delphine had abandoned her. What if Scott is right? What if that's not the case at all?

"Taken care of? How?" she presses.

"I don't know, that's just what I heard."

She's supposed to move in with Shay. They're supposed to be taking their relationship to the next level and yet, here she is, being pulled back in by Delphine. She's overwhelmed by the strangest mix of emotions; anger, frustration, concern and despair. She fluctuates between them, shifting from one to another until she finally comes to land of anger.

Always anger.

So much of it lately.

"Delphine's not my problem anymore," she huffs.

But even as she speaks, her voice wavers, like her voice box doesn't trust the words she's speaking. She can tell by the fire in Scott's eyes that he doesn't trust her words, either.

"Would you cut it out?" he snaps.

"We're not together, Scott!" she shouts. "She broke up with me! She left me! When I was dying, might I add!"

"Yeah, but she's still a person!" Scott argues. "A person who's done a lot for you, you know! Don't you care at all?"

She turns away from him, her body hunching over as she braces herself on one of the steel tables. Her numbers may be great, but her lungs still falter from time to time, like now. That's all this is, she convinces herself; her lungs faltering, a hiccup in her recovery.

"Don't you care at all?"

Scott is speaking, but she's oblivious to his words as she tries to settle her breathing. She closes her eyes, focusing on the in and out, the ebb and flow of breath.

"Don't you care at all?"

Her fingers grip the table harder, her knuckles burning white. Why is she supposed to care? She told her that she loved her, only to be met by the cold, crackling static of pleasantries. "Scott is going to come and do a checkup." That was the worst part. Delphine had never actually said she didn't love her back. She never actually acknowledged her feelings, or lack thereof (if that was the case). And then she had the nerve to dive back in with an "I miss you." What was she supposed to do?

"Don't you care at all?" her heart screams.

"Don't you care at all?" her eyes had begged when she first rested them upon the blonde after her lengthy absence at Topside. But Delphine had been all business, chastising her for "sneaking around" with Scott. Delphine had been calm and collected and she tried her best to match the icy persona, but no matter how much she upturned her chin or tossed a biting remark the doctor's way, no matter how soft Shay's lips were and how easy it was for her to lose herself in them, all it took was the simple mention of her former lover's name to bring her back to that horrible state of unknowing.

"Don't you care at all?"

She can't tell if it's Scott's voice echoing in her head. Or Delphine's. Or Shay's. Or her own.

"So, Delphine's gone missing?" Felix backtracks. "And this is a problem because...?"

"I'm serious, Felix."

After her conversation with Scott, she had tried to contact her former monitor. None of her calls made it through, none of her texts or e-mails. Even if Delphine had been promoted, she still liked to think that the European would respond to a simple message or at least acknowledge it. That's how she knows that Scott's instincts are right, that something is up.

"So am I," Felix retorts. "You said you regretted ever having met her, that you wanted her out of your life. Seems like a pretty good deal to me."

He disappears behind the bar in the makeshift kitchen, retrieving a bottle of wine and pouring himself another glass. Cosima expels a frustrated sigh, slipping her fingers beneath her lenses to rub her bleary eyes while Sarah watches her two siblings interact in silence from one of Felix's chairs.

"I didn't mean- I said I wanted her out of my life, I didn't mean I wanted her to get hurt," Cosima tries to explain.

"But you don't know if she is hurt," Felix counters, walking back around the counter to rejoin Cosima on the couch, perching atop the arm of it. "What if it's like you said? What if she got some big, cushy promotion and is busting some middle-aged man's balls in a power suit from Zurich as we speak?"

She shakes her head.

"Scott overhead Doctor Nealon on the phone. He said that Delphine's been "taken care of." Does that sound good to you?"

"No. Not really," Felix concedes, shrugging.

He takes a sip of his wine and Sarah leans forward in her chair, finally joining the conversation.

"Okay. So, Delphine's gone and you wanna find her?" she summarizes.

"Well, yeah. I just wanna make sure she's okay," Cosima nods.

"How?"

"What?"

"How are you gonna find her?" Sarah asks.

"I... haven't gotten that far yet," the dreadlocked clone admits. "That's why I came here. I figured we could come up with something."

Her gaze shifts back and forth between Sarah and Felix, waiting for one of them to come to her rescue with a brilliant idea.

"You're the genius, Cos," Sarah replies, almost in a breath of laughter. "You're the one who's supposed to have all the ideas."

"And you're the one who escaped from DYAD and the military. You're the one with all the instincts," she counters. "And if mine are right, we're gonna need yours."

"Can I just say, this is a terrible idea," Felix chimes in. "We're finally done with the bloody military and DYAD's not trying to cut my sister's ovaries out of her. Shouldn't we count our blessings, children? Why cause even more trouble?"

"Because I have to know where she is, Felix," Cosima says, making no attempt to hide her growing anger.

"Why? What difference will it make?" Felix throws. "You gonna go running back to her? Do you really think that anything's changed?"

"I didn't say that-"

"You have a girlfriend now, remember?"

"Would you just stop? I know that!"

Both Sarah and Felix are taken aback by Cosima's newly displayed aggression. Felix looks hurt, even offended, but he doesn't bother replying. He just frowns and sulks into his wine while Cosima unloads.

"I don't know what I expect to find, okay? I just know that she's out there and she probably needs me- us- she probably needs us, so we should do something about it!"

"Why? Because she's done so much for you?" Felix laughs at what he perceives as the clone's naiveté. "Let's see... hmm... she lied to your face about who she was, spy-banged you to steal information, gave your blood samples to DYAD when you told her not to, used Kira's stem cells to treat you and then tried to cover it up... oh, and she's also partially responsible for the abduction of your niece. Let me just add "broke you bloody heart" to the list, too. Can't forget that one. How could we?"

As he lists off Delphine's offenses, Cosima feels the anger begin to bubble inside of her all over again. Felix slips off the couch, stopping directly in front of Cosima. He crouches down so that they're eye-level, trying to appeal to her.

"She doesn't deserve your sympathy, darling. She doesn't deserve any of ours."

"She also saved our lives."

Sarah's randomly-placed comment captures both of their attentions and they turn to acknowledge the stoic-faced punk.

"Topside was ready to terminate us all. They sent someone to do it," Sarah explains.

"Ferdinand," Felix remarks, recalling the memories of his hand in Sarah's most recent clone-swap, one that Delphine had orchestrated.

"Ferdinand?" Cosima repeats, confused.

"A cleaner," Sarah clarifies. "He conspired with Rachel. He was gonna wipe us all out so she could take Kira. Delphine stopped it from happening."

The only thing Sarah had mentioned before was that a "crisis had been averted." Cosima hadn't thought to press any further, sensing her sister's exhaustion. Delphine had told her that she was trying to protect Leda from within Topside, but she always thought it was bullshit, that the doctor was really trying to cover her own ass and make excuses for abandoning her.

"Look, I know she's still all shady and shit," Sarah adds. "But... I think she is trying to help us, in her own way."

Neither Felix or Cosima are expecting such a response from the clone. Cosima's head drops as she silently considers her sister's words. Felix's reaction is more abrasive. He expels a burst of bemused laughter.

"I can't believe this," he shakes his head, stalking over to the door. "Now you've both gone and drunk the Kool-Aid."

"I said she was trying to help us. I never said she was doing a good job of it, yeah?"

Felix slips his coat on and removes the screwdriver from the latch, glaring at both Sarah and Cosima.

"Let me know when you both feel like rejoining the land of the sane. I'll be at Bobby's."

The door slides shut with a heavy clunk and they both simultaneously sigh, only to catch each other's eye and laugh at the gesture. Sarah stands, abandoning the chair and sitting down next to Cosima on the couch.

"I didn't expect you to be on board with this," Cosima mumbles. "I thought you'd try to talk me out of it."

Sarah shrugs, leaning back on the couch.

"I dunno," she sighs. "It's just..."

Cosima glances over. She can tell Sarah is struggling with a thought. She places a comforting hand on Sarah's knee and her sister glances down at it.

"We do terrible things for the people we love," Sarah finally confesses, finding Cosima's gaze with a certain, blaring intensity. "But does that really make us bad people?"

Sarah's words resonate with her. She mulls over them carefully, thinking of Delphine. She knew from the moment she first saw her, from the second they shook hands in that hallway and exchanged French greetings; she knew there was no way that something sinister could possibly lurk behind such a sweet smile. That's what made hating Delphine so hard; it wasn't because she refused to acknowledge that her initial instincts were wrong, but because she knew they were so right.

And yet, here she is.

Alone.

Sarah places her hand atop Cosima's, squeezing it for a brief moment before she's on her feet again, disappearing to grab herself a beer from the fridge.

"Sarah Manning, are you having a moment of insight?" Cosima teases.

"Ah, shut it, will you?"

They both giggle. Sarah leans back against the fridge, periodically sipping her beer as she watches the scientist's internal gears begin to shift and turn. She can see Cosima's conflict written plainly on her face and she knows that Delphine is the cause of it.

"I never loved Paul."

Cosima looks up, shocked by the sudden confession. She's well aware of Paul's demise, but Sarah hasn't said a word about it since she's been back. She doesn't know what has spurred Sarah into speaking about him now, but she's astute enough to know that whatever the punk has to say, it must be important. Words don't come so easily to the Brit and neither does vulnerability.

"I always thought he was a snake in the grass," she elaborates. "But... I know that he loved me. That was the last thing he said."

"Sarah..."

"Snake or not, if I had the chance to help him, if could have changed things... I would have. I would have gone back for him."

"But you didn't love him."

"No. I didn't," Sarah says knowingly, returning to sipping her beer.

Suddenly, she realizes what Sarah is trying to say.

But you do.

She doesn't have to say it. That would be too much. She can sit here and spout off to Felix about how toxic Delphine is, about how glad she is to be rid of her, but Sarah sees through it. Sarah always has. She knew it, even in the very beginning before Cosima knew it herself. She knew how much of a threat the doctor was, how hard Cosima had fallen for her. She never liked it, but she still knew.

Cosima finds her gaze again with dewy eyes.

She nods.