David could only watch as the scene unfolded before him. He was running as fast as he could under the circumstance, but he was pulling a woman along with him. He knew she was nowhere near as strong as she would normally be, but she was the reason he was here, so he wasn't going to leave her.

It was frustrating. He knew they had to get out of there as soon as possible. They were being pursued.

"I can't," she said as she fell to the ground, her hand falling from his. "I can't" she softly repeated.

His heart sank. It had been so hard to find her this time and didn't want to let her go. Plus, he knew they were close to being free.

He knelt down and looked into her brown eyes. "Please ," he whispered to her. "We're so close."

David knew those eyes - he had seen them before. They were the eyes he had seen when Charles Montrose gave a slip of paper to a woman in a courtyard. Somehow, David wasn't sure how, he also knew the woman behind them well enough to know what she would do, that she wouldn't give up so easily.

She stared at him for a few seconds, then nodded and pulled herself up. As they started running again, David tried to catch glimpses of the woman. It was hard since she was running beside him and he was looking forward. Though he knew to some extent what the person whose eyes he saw through was thinking, he had no control. He didn't know exactly what was coming next. He could only watch.

They ran towards trees, a forest really. Though he had a firm grip on her hand, he could feel that she was starting to resist him

"No!" She said, planting her feet in place and forcing him to stop if he did not want to lose or hand or drag her along. "Not in there."

"They won't follow," he assured.

"Because it's dangerous," she said. "No one goes in there."

"I go in there," he said. Then he turned to look into her eyes again. "We'll be fine. Trust me, Sarah."

'Sarah?' David was surprised. He had heard the name as Charles Montrose said it to the actress his daughter had called Elena. The woman didn't seem to know the name, though.

He tried to take a good look at her, though their eyes were locked. She did look like Elena, though she was thinner, and she had been hurt.

"You can't go back to them," He was saying, then he repeated, "Trust me."

"How can I, after…" David barely heard her. He wasn't sure if her voice dropped off, or if what she had said after was too soft to hear. He didn't understand everything going on, but he knew enough to know that she had been through an ordeal. And he could tell that trying to get her away from them, whoever they were running from, was making her weaker.

"You can trust me," he whispered, "you know you can". He glanced behind them, and decided they had time. He gently picked up her hand and placed it, palm open, against his cheek. Then while holding her hand in place, he placed his other hand, palm open, on her cheek. "You can trust me," he whispered as he closed his eyes.

She flinched a little at the same time David was hit by a wave of emotions and visions. He saw himself over and over, different ages and situations, but with her. It was always through his eyes, they were doing different things, he had different feelings, but it was always with her- with Sarah, or Elena.

He heard a sigh as the visions stopped and he felt her hand pull away from his face. "Damon," she whispered.

'Damon?' he wondered. That was not a name he knew.

He was wasn't sure if she was glad to see him or not, based on the expression her face wore as he opened his eyes. She looked a little pained, almost embarrassed. But she nodded, and whispered "Let's go."

He ran directly towards the trees as fast as he could while pulling her along. When they had entered and gone a few feet, he paused long enough to turn back and look for her pursuers. He saw a few figures some distance away. They had stopped, probably because he had entered the forest.

He turned and led the woman deeper in. She was upset, he could tell that, though he wasn't sure it if it was because of the fact that she had entered what she thought of as forbidden woods, or if there was some other reason.

It took another half hour to reach the small, temporary shelter he had built, then left a couple of days earlier. They wouldn't be staying, but it had a little food and a makeshift bed, though David thought that was stretching the term.

He motioned for her to sit on the bed. "Are you hungry?"

She nodded, eyes downcast. He handed her what looked to David like it could have been some kind of fruit, maybe a vegetable, though he didn't recognize it.

After giving her a few minutes, he said, "We have a little time, but we can't stay. The ones chasing you are afraid of the forest, but others of their kind aren't."

She still wouldn't meet her eyes, but nodded and whispered, "I know. You're right."

"Sarah?" He said softly, "I'll get you away. You know me, don't you? You remember now, don't you?"

She looked briefly into his eyes and nodded. "I remember enough." She was still whispering, but looked down again as she let out a breath. "I can't stand for you to see me like this…so weak."

He been standing a few feet away from her, but he took step towards her and dropped to his knees. "No! Not weak. We both know you didn't choose this. You survived it – you were strong, strong enough to stay alive until…"

David knew what he was thinking when he decided not to finish the statement. He was going to say 'until I found you' meaning she had survived until he found her. He cut it off because he knew she didn't really like being rescued. Sometimes she needed it, and he – the person who David was seeing through – needed it sometimes as well. But she wouldn't want to hear it.

Her voice broke as she asked "Can I rest? Maybe sleep a little?" At least she was looking into his eyes this time.

"Yes. You need it, and it will be dark before they can come back with someone willing to enter the woods. They'll have to wait until tomorrow. We'll leave before they get close."

She only nodded and laid down.

"Are you warm enough?" he asked. David was a little surprised by the question. He didn't feel cold, really, but didn't know if he should. He hadn't felt a variation in temperature in either vision.

She nodded, and may have been trying to smile – though it looked more like a grimace.

"Sleep, then. I'll wake you when it's time." David seemed to hear the unspoken 'my love' that was in his mind. He was still unsure enough of what she was thinking to say it. But she trusted him, David was sure of that. She immediately closed her eyes and looked like she quickly fell asleep.

David watched through the eyes of someone else until what little light had been in the shelter disappeared. It hadn't taken long for him to be sure. It was her, it was Sarah or Elena – whoever she was. He appearance was disheveled, her hair and clothing a mess, but it was her, and his heart ached to see her like this.

"David?" he heard from next to him.

As he opened his eyes into a familiar room, his living room, he saw her. Susan. His wife.

"Did you fall asleep?" she asked.

He shivered and shook himself. He had to shrug. He couldn't do anything else to respond just then.

"It's time to go to bed," she said, offering a hand to help him up. He took it and followed her, though his mind was still in some shelter in the woods somewhere, or maybe it was some time .

He had brushed off the first glimpse of Elena, had figured he had just seen her in a movie or on TV sometime in the past and had forgotten about it. But he realized he couldn't ignore it this time.

He had no idea of what he could or should do as he prepared to sleep, but he knew he was going to do something.