Michael didn't know what to do. Sara sounded like herself, but what if it was a trick? What if she was in there waiting for him to open the door, just so that she could pounce? He leaned his head back against the door trying to think what he should do. If the baby really were in danger she might lose it. If she really were bleeding, Sara might bleed to death. He knew that he had to open the door. He couldn't just leave her in there not knowing if she and the baby were in danger. Steeling himself, Michael turned around. And resting his head on the door for a moment, he took a deep breath. He put his shaking hand on the door knob, and then turning it, he opened the door.

When Michael opened the door, Sara was sitting on the floor clutching her stomach. She was moaning and groaning, but it was too dark for Michael to see if she were bleeding or not. He bent down to look at her, telling himself that it was 'his Sara'. His Sara was back, she had to be. He got a little closer to her trying to be brave. He had never been more afraid of anyone in his life. And that included his run in with Abruzzi in what he liked to refer to as his 'toe accident'. "Michael"? She asked reaching for him. Michael held his breath and reached for her outstretched hand. "Sara", he said gently. "Let's get you out of there". He pulled her out, careful not to cause any harm to her or the baby. She wrapped her arms around him and he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the living room couch.

Once on the couch, Sara lay back and closed her eyes resting.
After examining her as best he could Michael pulled a warm throw over her to keep her warm. She was bleeding a little, and he was worried she might be having a miscarriage. He was pacing the living room, talking to Lincoln on the phone. "It's like she's possessed, Linc", said Michael as he passed the couch once more in his pacing. "Mike, listen, there's no such thing as possession. When V was pregnant she was like another person. Some of the stuff she did was pretty wild little brother", said Lincoln on the other end of the line. "The bleeding though, now that could be serious", added Linc. I would take her to the emergency room". Michael, who had been glancing at Sara each time he passed by the couch, froze when she sat up. She looked up at him and a strange smile played across her face. Michael stood frozen looking at her as her eyes rolled up in her head. And then she started swaying her body to a beat Michael's ears were deaf to. She pulled herself to her feet still swaying. Michael began to back away from her. He dropped the phone and was still backing up when she ran at him. She knocked him over and Wrapped her sticky hands around his throat and began to squeeze. The phone lay a few feet, and Michael thought he heard Linc screaming on the other end of the line. "Help, he managed to squeak out". Then Sara let go of his neck and stood up.
Michael rolled away clutching his neck, coughing. He was gulping in huge amounts of the precious air his lungs had been screaming for, when she kicked him in the face. He sprawled onto his back and barely had time to register the fireplace poker as it slammed into him.