Charlie sat in the police's interrogation room with the same officer who picked him up from his home. He'd been sitting in the room for at least an hour, but this was the first time he'd been joined by anyone.

"Professor Charles Eppes, where were you four days ago?" The officer officially began the interrogation.

"I am unsure where exactly I was-"

"How can you be unsure where you were?"

"I was locked in a white room, the same white room I'd been kept in since I was first taken from my home."

"I can't say that I follow professor."

"I was kidnapped several days before the day in question."

"And that is why you don't know where exactly you were?"

"Yes" Charlie couldn't believe that the officer was having such a hard time believing he had been kidnapped.

"Can anyone confirm that you had in fact been kidnapped?"

"What? There was an FBI investigation! My brother was kidnapped by the same people!"

"But nobody aside from your brother can confirm that you were in fact kidnapped?"

"This is ridiculous…"

"Please answer the question professor."

"No, nobody else knew where we were or who had kidnapped us."

"'We' meaning your brother and yourself?"

"Yes…" Charlie wiped his hands across his face in exasperation.

"And there was no evidence found that confirmed you were in fact kidnapped?"

"No."

The officer opened the file he had brought in with him and put a photo in front of Charlie. "Do you recognise this man?"

Charlie had no idea who the man in the photo was, but he had a feeling the officer wasn't going to believe him; "No."

"So you have never seen him before now?"

"No."

The officer put the photo to the side, and put another in its place. "Is this you professor?"

"Yes" Charlie didn't know how they had it, but he was staring at a picture of himself writing on the blackboard in the white room.

"And what are you doing in this picture professor?"

Charlie didn't want to answer; he knew it would be as good as a confession. "I'd like a lawyer."

"Why professor? Afraid to answer the question?"

"Afraid of being wrongly convicted, actually."

The officer gave Charlie a dark look and exited the room, leaving Charlie sitting at the table looking at the image of him, and the image of the man he didn't know. 'Did I really get this guy killed?'

Charlie was sent a community lawyer who sat with him and discussed where he stood.

"The evidence is against you. It suggests that you may have even orchestrated the kidnapping of your own brother in order to try and validate your alibi."

"THAT'S REDICULOUS! WE WERE BOTH KIDNAPPED BY A MAN WHO CALLED HIMSELF MICHAEL! HE TORTURED US BOTH! MY BROTHER ALMOST DIED!"

"Please calm down Mr Eppes. I'm simply telling you what the evidence suggests. Your best bet is to tell the truth about this photo and hope for a short sentence."

"Why are you even here? All you're telling me is that I have to lie down and let Michael win! Just get out!"

The lawyer sighed and exited the room. Charlie needed to talk to Don; he spoke directly at the one-way mirror. "Can I talk to my brother?"

Little did Charlie know, the officer behind the mirror was already on the phone to Don who was chewing the officer's ear off. Unfortunately the officer wasn't taking any of it and refused to let him enter the investigation room with his brother.

The interrogations officer from earlier returned to the room and sat across from Charlie again. "Are you ready to answer my question professor?"

"I was working on an equation… Can I talk to my brother Agent Eppes?"

"No you can't professor. What was the equation for?"

"It was written to stop my brother being tortured and killed."

"Professor, avoiding the question isn't going to help you."

"I'm not avoiding anything, I am answering your questions."

"What was this equation calculating?"

'Damn it, I'm going to have to lie my way out of this one. But that'll only make it worse when they find me guilty anyway.' "That equation that I was writing at the time of this image, was designed to discover a pattern between multiple points of data."

The officer was clearly getting quite frustrated with Charlie. Because he dropped his fist onto the table and asked his final question in a firm voice; "Professor did you or did you not write an equation that revealed the location of this man?!"

"I don't know."

"How can you not know?!"

"Because I wasn't told who it was to find or for what reason!"

The officer smiled slightly, happy that he finally got his answer, his confession. He stood up and left the room, this time taking the file and photos with him.