Hey guys! Hope you're enjoying it so far. I've noticed the first two chapters are actually song names, so I might continue with that idea.

Becker stumbled to his feet. Abby offered him a hot, sweaty, sticky hand, but he declined. He staggered over to the girl, Tori. She was even paler than before. Her lips were completely blue. Becker could see that he was needed. He did the first thing that came into his head. He whipped off his shirt and covered Tori with it, in an attempt to keep her warm.

It didn't work very well though, so he ran to the car to find a blanket. Thankfully, he always kept one on the back seat. In the distance he could here the siren of the ambulance (Matt had called for) getting closer. He hurried back to let Abby know. When Tori started to get warmer under the blanket, she smiled weakly at Becker. That was the moment Becker became tied to her.

Becker paced the hospital waiting room several times before Matt 'convinced' him to sit down, or as he phrased it "a direct order". A few hours later, a nurse came through to meet Becker and notify him and the others that they could see Tori for a while.

"She's awake, but a little confused. She's been given a lot of morphine, so she'll be rather light-headed for a bit. We'll move her up to the ward soon."

But before the nurse could leave, Becker grabbed her bony arm. Her muddy-brown eyes widened at his tight grasp. She wrenched her arm away swiftly, before meeting his intense gaze.

"Can you arrange a private room for her?" He pleaded. He could sense the nurse's stubbornness, she wasn't going to budge. "Please?" He persisted. His eyes grew desperate and the nurse could see it. She finally wavered.

"Ok, fine! I'll see what I can do!" She snapped.


In the Resuscitation Unit, Tori lay still with her eyes half open. She was staring at the bright ceiling light, trying to focus the image. But it was just a white blur with no particular shape. After a minute she gave up and closed her eyes. Words and fragments of images, memories, drifted into her mind. Some were more frightful than others. Suddenly the predator was coming towards her. It's teeth were bared, posture poised, ready to strike. Ready to taste flesh.

She gasped, flinching wide awake. She tried to move her head but found it too heavy. She felt a hand stroke her hair, and the familiar soft voice of the man in the cave was back.

"Hey, hey! It's ok. I'm here, so relax." He reassured her.

She couldn't completely see his face. It was there, but the edges were undefined. She felt safer somehow, with him there. But she didn't even know his name.

"Who are you anyway?" She queried him. She could tell her words were slurred, as if she was drunk.

He laughed at this. "My name is Captain Becker. I'm a member of the Anomaly Research Centre. I help deal with the anomalies, like the one where that creature came out of."

"Oh!" She half-heartedly gasped. "You mean the mirrors?"

"Sorry, what? Why do you call them mirrors?" He queried.

"Because that's what they look like. Like broken mirrors. And also when I was little I used to think if you went through a real mirror, it was like another dimension in there. Like an alternate reality. And…" She broke off.

"And what?" He pressed.

But she wouldn't answer him. She turned over so her back was to him. Becker knew it was time to leave her to it. So he Abby, Matt and Connor returned to the ARC.