Miranda here.

We walked around the building to see the communications between the two windows.

We made sure to stay out of their sight, though. Of all the things we needed or wanted, a Russian assassin trying to murder us wasn't exactly high up on the list.

Jack had a chess set – it was a little travel one he kept in his jacket. We opened it up and started to play.

Jack, as a genius, is an excellent chess player. However, his strategies are always obvious. So far, he's never won a game against me.

I think he conceded the first few games we played together, though, so they don't really count.

"Should we try to do something? To help the person who's going to die?" asked Jack as he took one of my bishops.

"No. Ivy wouldn't allow it, too much risk."

"Ivy's dead, I don't much care what she would do. But you're right."

"You know, I sometimes wondered if you two liked each other."

"Me and Ivy?" He shook his head. "I had a crush on her for a while, when I first met her. You know how pretty she was." He cringed. "I'm not supposed to talk about other girls being pretty, am I?"

"Don't worry. With most girls, I'm not sure how well that would go over, but I do remember how pretty Ivy was."

He breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought she was pretty. Very, very pretty. I had a crush on her for a while. But I didn't really like her in that way, I just thought she was pretty. We're too similar in personality for much more than friendship. Going out with Ivy would be a bit too much like dating a guard dog." He moved his pawn. "

I moved my queen. "Check."

Jack stared. "How do you even do that?"

"How do you invent stuff?"

He stared at the board. "Um…" He moved his king out of the way.

I moved a pawn. "Checkmate."

He groaned, then laughed. "Some genius I am…"

Carmen here.

I kept my face down on the table as Peggy and Mr. Jarvis tried to explain about the whole mess. I just listened and kept quiet.

"She's not involved in this at all?" asked Chief Dooley.

"I'd never seen her before until now. And you may want to get someone to take another look at her, she did just have her head bashed through a wall, it's a wonder she's conscious at all."

Agent Thompson took my arm, escorting me out of the room and into the little doctor's room.

The doctor said little to me, except for asking about what hurt and what had happened.

What hurt? Everything. I'd had my head thrown against a brick wall.

Then again, I suppose it was lucky that she didn't just snap my neck.

I suppose it was good I hadn't mentioned my background in dance – I'd really rather not associate myself with Dottie.

I glanced out the window. Miranda and Jack sat in the street, playing chess.

Miranda made a move. Jack buried his face in his hands.

They stood up as the SSR agents crossed the street – to look for Dottie, of course.

Jack took her arm and led her away quickly. Probably best.

I played with the necklace around my neck, watching the street.

Then the psychologist entered the room.

I stood up. Too late to stuff my ears like Agent Sousa did.

"Hello. They've put me in here to be safe too."

The agent with him definitely didn't look alright. The hypnotism, of course.

"Hello," I said, and introduced myself.

He raised his eyebrows at my surname. "You wouldn't be related to –"

I named off the relative who had been a high up in the Nazi Party. "Yes, I would be." Probably another reason for him to kill me – since the Germans betrayed the Russians and all.

He sat down on a stool. "You're not happy with your relation to him, am I right?"

"Why do you ask?"

"The way you answered the question. As if you couldn't wait to be off the subject."

"Well, he was involved in the planning and execution of genocide. It's not really something to be proud of."

He continued talking as my mind raced, trying to figure out how to politely exit. If it came to that, I wouldn't, but it would be preferable.

"You know, you can help ease your guilt." His fingers closed on the ring.

I jumped up from my chair. "I don't feel guilty. Why should I feel guilty for something I haven't done?" I backed toward the door. "He did those things, not me. I've never even met the man."

He seemed to guess I knew something was off. "You can't go out, they're all running around and you'd just be in the way."

I nodded and stepped away from the door. "Have you ever been to Germany?"

"Yes. Not during the war, though."

"I imagine not."

I didn't think I could over power either of them if I had to. I'm quite physically fit, but throwing punches is a bit different than ballet.

I twisted nervously at the cross around my neck. "Tell me about your work as a psychologist, Doctor, I've always thought it to be quite an interesting subject."

He raised his eyebrows. "I've never had a woman ask me that before."

"I suppose not." I swallowed. "Tell me, what sort of work did you do in Russia?"

"How did you know I was Russian? The accent?"

"Yes. I've been to Russia before, actually. I quite liked it, though it's been a while." My family had visited a few times, but not in the last few years.

"What were the things you remember?"

"Oh, not much. The old palaces were lovely." I know little about hypnotism, but I have heard that it's harder to do if the person knows you're trying to do it. Is that true?

I tried the door, as if to glance out and see what was going on. The door was locked.