Emily stood in the kitchen the next morning. She held a cup of tea in her hands as she stared out the glass walls. Matt was still asleep nearby. It was still relatively early in the morning as the sun hadn't risen yet. Emily hadn't managed to sleep much during the night and when she had, she'd woken to an uncomfortable nauseous feeling. To her dismay, Emily knew the morning nausea wouldn't leave for some time.

Emily sipped her tea quietly. It felt like a dream to her. Everything that had occurred felt like a dream. Perhaps it was? Perhaps she had dreamt it all? Perhaps that was wishful thinking?

"You alright?"

Emily turned her head quickly. She spotted Matt sitting up in his makeshift bed, watching her. Emily nodded slowly.

Matt picked his shirt up off the floor and pulled it over his head. Emily turned her head from the living room as Matt rose from his makeshift bed, giving him a little more privacy. Matt slipped on his jeans and walked to the counter of the kitchen.

"Morning sickness." Matt asked.

The present term was rather blunt for Emily, but she nodded anyways. She pushed a cup of coffee toward Matt. She'd suspected he would wake soon after her and prepared a cup for him when he did.

Matt gave her an appreciative nod and took the cup. Emily lowered her eyes from Matt and continued to sip her tea. The kitchen was oddly silent for a moment. Emily felt her uneasiness increase with every passing second. Matt set it cup down with an unintentional clink. The sound was so sudden it caused Emily to just across from him.

"Sorry." Matt said.

Emily shook her head and took a slow breath.

"Emily." Matt said.

Emily looked back at Matt.

"We need to inform the others of what's happened. Lester and Burton." Matt explained.

Emily nodded and sighed. "I thought as much."

"Do you want to be present for the meeting?" Matt asked.

Emily shook her head and set her cup down. "No. Not particularly."

Matt snorted lightly. "You're probably making the better choice between us."

Emily smiled lightly. Suddenly her uneasiness return, stronger than before. What would they decide? Would they see her as a liability to their work? Would they lock her away?

Matt saw the concern on Emily's face. He reached across the counter and touched her hand. Emily broke from her thoughts and looked at Matt. "Emily, I won't let them hurt you. Or your baby. I promise."

The uneasiness passed as Emily looked into Matt's eyes. He hadn't lied to her once since she'd met him. There was nothing in his eyes or his character that suggested Matt would be lying to her now. But it wasn't Matt whom Emily didn't trust.

Emily stood by the ADD while Jess worked in front of her. Matt watched through the walls of the shared office at the ARC. Lester and Phillip both occupied the office. Phillip was seated at the desk with Lester calmly pacing behind him. Matt was seated in one of the chairs, waiting for them to react.

"Matthew, the situation you've explained to us must be handled with great caution." Phillip said.

Matt still watched Emily. "I know."

"Emily needs protection not only from Ethan, who still remains at large, but also for close observation." Phillip continued.

Matt nodded. Ethan was his main worry. Even if he believed Emily dead, there was no telling what he would do if-and when- he discovered she was alive. And in her condition, there was more than just her own life at stake now. But with Ethan watching Matt's apartment, she couldn't be safe and stay with him. That was what Burton was getting at.

"You're thinking of keeping her here." Matt stated. He took his eyes from Emily and looked at Burton.

Phillip nodded. "It would be safer than allowing her out where Ethan could find her."

"I agree." Matt said.

"Good." Phillip said.

Matt rose from his chair. "I'll let her know." He turned and walked out of the office.

Phillip watched Matt walk out. Lester looked down at Phillip. "Lenient, weren't you."

Phillip looked back at his paperwork. "One problem at a time, James. Ethan is more dangerous than the child, but in due time both will be handled accordingly."

Lester nodded. "I see."

Matt walked stepped down the stairs onto the main floor. Emily and Jess were still at the ADD. Jess was skimming through anomaly surveillance footage with Emily watching her closely. Matt walked across the room toward the women. Emily must have felt him coming because she turned to look over her shoulder. Her eyes asked the question she couldn't in Jess' presence. Matt gestured his head for a private conversation. Emily nodded in response. Matt watched as she said something to Jess, something he couldn't hear, excusing herself from the ADD, and walked over toward him. Matt led Emily from the main room, down the small hallways. They walked several meters in silence, alone in the hallway.

"How did the meeting go?" Emily asked.

Matt nodded. "It went well."

Emily turned her head to look at Matt. "What did they decide?"

Matt stopped. "They think its best that you stay here, at the ARC."

Emily frowned in confusion.

"Ethan is still out there. If he discovers you're alive, he could come after you again." Matt explained. "Here you're protected."

"How long with I have to stay?" Emily asked.

Matt shook his head. "I'm not sure. Until Ethan is caught at the earliest."

Emily nodded.

"Are you going to be okay?" Matt asked.

Emily nodded again. "I will be. With some time to adjust to it anyways."

Matt reached out and gently grabbed her arm. "It'll be okay."

London. England

June fifth, two thousand and eleven.

The decision was made today by the superiors at the facility, that I should remain within the building. As I sit here in my new accommodations, I wonder how long I will truly be within these dreary walls. Matt said it was until Ethan was caught, but I sense there is more. Nothing that Matt says gives me complete comfort, though I can see he is trying to make this adjustment easier for me. He took the gracious liberty of bringing my few belongings from his flat to my new station in the building. It is not Matthew whom my distrust lies in, but his superiors. Phillip Burton, is one in particular. After Matt helped me settle into me room, I walked with him to the elevator. All the while, Burton was watching me. I have been gazed upon by men, but his gaze was different. It was dark and hateful. I felt myself grow cold and dying from his stare. I removed myself from his gaze as swiftly as I could, but even now his gaze still troubles me. I pray that my assumptions are incorrect and it is just anxiety attributed to my pregnancy.

As of yet, no one aside from Matthew, Phillip Burton, and James Lester know of my condition. However, I know that will only last for a short time span. I wonder how the others will react to this news. I can practically see young Jessica smiling brightly and jumping in excitement. Miss Abigail too. Mister Connor is a strange fellow, however I believe he would make light of the situation. Captain is a mystery. All I know of him is duty and sternness. However I have seen a softer side, particularly in the presence of young Jessica. Though I am more concerned for his treatment toward Matthew once he learns of this news. I find these people hard to read-as Jess would put it.