James pulls out a weathered notebook, and it's a sight that Madison never thought she'd feel nostalgic over. His daughter scoots closer to him to look over the yellowed pages with him. James and Catherine kept their notes on Project Purity in that book. Madison smiles ruefully as her eyes move over to the girl that the notebook outdates. Her hair seems to be even greasier than the last time Madison saw her. She smiles a world weary smile that makes the dark circles under her eyes all the more evident. Dirt lines Catherine's cheekbones, and James' eyes sparkle with a ferocious intensity.

Despite herself, Madison finds the girl to be quite beautiful. She meets her gaze again, and thrills at the sight of a blush covering the girl's sullied cheeks.

"Is this mom's handwriting?" she asks, and Madison bites back a scowl. James nods.

"Yes. Are you having trouble understanding anything?" he asks. The girl shakes her head in response. "Good. Madison," he says to her. "Can't I count on you to come with us?"

"Of course, James. I just abandon the lab I put years into to come chase hydroponics pipe dreams with you," she says scathingly. A little softer, she adds, "You know I will, you inconsiderate dolt." James chuckles, but the laughter doesn't quite reach the rest of his features..

"She's a little angry for me leaving, and rightly so," he explains to his daughter. She tilts her head.

"What happened?" she asks.

"You happened," Madison says, and almost regrets the way the girl winces. James flinches as well, and pats the girl's hand.

"There were a number of complications, Sophie," he says. Sophie, Madison thinks. The name sends a shiver down her spine. It suits the girl. She nods again, but the sparkle is gone from her eyes. Madison feels a sick surge of satisfaction.

"Don't worry, honey," James says soothingly. "We'll get it working again."

"When?" she whispers, her voice barely a whimper. Good Christ. She really does feel terrible, she thinks with a wince.

"We'll start tomorrow," James vows. "We don't have any time to waste."

"James, have you taken a look at your daughter since she found you?" Madison demands.

"Of course I have. What are you getting at?" he asks.

"It looks like she hasn't slept since she left that tomb you dumped her in."

"I'm fine," the girl-Sophie- says with a surprising conviction. James looks doubtfully at her, as if he's just now noticing the grime on her face, and the bags underneath her eyes.

"It's all right, honey. We'll leave in a few days after you've rested. Project Purity has waited all of these years. A few more days won't hurt," he says. She looks bitterly disappointed.