Peter knew he had to stop the bleeding, but he couldn't do anything with his hands cuffed behind his back. He saw his pants soaked in blood, more coming out with each pump of his heart. Hoping the forklift tong didn't pierce a major vein, Peter struggled to get the cuffs around his rear, the cold metal pushing onto his skin, stinging pain indicating he was in fact cutting his skin as he attempted to get as flexible as he had ever been in his life. He knew he had two choices: not give up and fight his way out of the metal car, or tay quiet and bleed hoping Neal and his team find him in time. The cuffs grinded against his back past his lower back and tailbone only to get stuck halfway around his rear, his shoulders feeling like they were on the verge of dislocating. Using the door as leverage, Peter moved closer, his feet against the door to curl up as small as he could. As he did, his hands quickly slipped to behind his knees. A small achievement, Peter continued putting his hands past his knees trying to catch the cuffs with his foot so he could push them under his feet. Even though the car was as tight as a sardine can, small gaps in the broken windows allowed sunlight and heat. Peter could already feel sweat trickling down the back of his neck. His feet finally shoved the cuffs past the toe of his shoes, his arms automatically leading his hands to his chest. He pulled the gag off his mouth and began untying the knot. His hands sweaty, it seemed too long, then was able to tie the cloth around his thigh. Looking at the small gap he saw the fork lift operator leave, he saw only a still scrap metal yard. He maneuvered to another gap in the right passenger window and saw the same thing: cars in various places either half torn apart or more crunched than the car he was in. What scared him most was the silence. No beeping of forklifts, no loud crunch machines, no traffic.

Peter: Hello? Anybody! Can anyone hear me?

His voice crackling as he spoke, yet he heard it travel through the yard.

Peter: Anybody!

Neal eyed Elizabeth a long moment. He had just blurted out every detail he knew.

Elizabeth: So, you have nothing so far but a riddle and some guy who's teasing you about theories?

Neal: Basically, yeah.

Elizabeth: Let me talk to him, he messed with Peter-

Neal: Not a good idea if he's the same guy who made Peter disappear-

Jones stepped in.

Jones: Moz says he has something.

Elizabeth and Neal quickly followed Jones back to the conference room.

Moz: Riddle me this, riddle me that.

As he scrawled on a dry erase board.

Elizabeth: We don't have time for games.

Moz: Ah, but that's what they're trying to do.

Neal: Start making sense, Moz.

Moz: Clues within clues. Like those 3D posters where you focus and then not focus-

Elizabeth: Moz, please.

Moz: Clue one: 'Inside the car'. In that clue was another clue: 'out of time'.

Elizabeth clenched Neal's hand so fast and so hard her nails dug into his skin, his hand tingling.

Neal: Elizabeth, my hand-

Moz: Which made me think old cars, or retired places, or closed shops-

Neal/Elizabeth: Moz!

Moz: Where would you find a car inside that's out of time?

Jones: Antique car dealerships.

Moz: Close, but I was thinking more of tow yards.

Neal: There's got to be at least thirty tow yards.

Moz: Thirty eight.

Jones: How are we gonna be able to check all those?

Moz: A few of my resources got in contact with their resources and have narrowed the search to fifteen.

Elizabeth's fingernails began to draw blood.

Neal: Elizabeth, my hand-

Elizabeth: Isn't there surveillance cameras or logs people have to check in at when bringing cars in?

Neal: Elizabeth!

She looked to him.

Neal: Could you please let go of my hand?

Elizabeth saw her knuckles white, small trickles of blood coming from underneath her nails, then quickly let go.

Elizabeth: Sorry.

Jones and her left as Moz walked up to Neal.

Moz: Some grip.

Neal: What made you think tow yards?

Rubbing his hands.

Moz: I'm a genius, remember?

Jones returned.

Jones: Anders wanted to see you. Said it was important.

As Elizabeth walked in.

Elizabeth: I'll stay here with Moz.

Neal smiled feeling slightly victorious of Moz thinking about side the box following Jones to see Vick.

Neal: I don't have anything to say to you-

Vick: You never did ask what I wanted.

Neal: Doesn't matter now-

Vick: It just may. Since you're sure I'm behind this somehow, let's go hypothetically and ask this: if I were behind this, why would I hide your friend in the city? That would be too easy, right? By now you may have already found him.

He checked his watch.

Vick: I'm still 'visiting' for twenty two hours. He looked to Neal.

Vick: Unless you haven't found him yet. The quicker you bring my item the sooner I can help.

Neal: We don't need your help.

Vick: You sure? By your expression, he's still missing and you're running out of time.

He smiled slyly.

Neal: What is it I have of yours exactly?

Vick: Vander's pocket watch. Thought it would make a good birthday present for a friend.