The entire ceremony had been ruined. Chairs had been tossed aside in the hurry to escape the room. Ribbons and flowers were scattered and trampled all about the floor. The aisle runner was askew in the center of the room. The floral decorated trellis at the altar had been broken in pieces. Glass was scattered about the floor, sparkling. The disastrous appearance of the room shocked Emily. She remembered how Jenny's room had looked after the Hyaenodons had rampaged through it. But in comparisons to this room, Emily believe this was significantly in greater damage. She looked down at her own appearance. The skirt of her dress had been ripped into ribbons, exposing her right leg up to her thigh. Standing in the room, Emily felt like she belonged. She appeared to be as out of place as her destroyed venue appeared.

"You're not a bounty hunter," Zacharias said from across the room. "Are you?"

Emily turned, facing Zacharias. "No. I'm not."

"Was there any truth to what you told me?" he asked.

"Yes. I worked for the government; I worked with these people, my friends. I was in a relationship with Matt for a brief time before I left." Emily explained.

Zacharias nodded slowly. "So what exactly is your job?"

Emily took a deep breath. It was time to be honest. After everything that had happened, he deserved to know the truth. "Gateways in time open here. They lead to many different timelines. The Jurassic, Pliocene, the eighteen hundreds, even the future. Sometime, creatures and even people slip through into our time. It's our job to return them back to their own time."

"You didn't today." Zacharias stated.

"No. These creatures are from a hostile future. They were too dangerous to return." Emily answered.

"You said people come through these gateway." Zacharias said. "What kind of people?"

"People like myself." Emily answered. "I came through an anomaly leading to the eighteen hundreds."

"Why didn't you go back?" Zacharias asked.

Emily looked from Zacharias for the first time.

Zacharias lowered his head." He was the reason, wasn't he?

Emily nodded. "I'm so sorry for not telling you sooner."

"Why would you? You obviously didn't trust me enough." Zacharias said. He turned from Emily.

"That's not why." Emily snapped. "I couldn't tell you because I didn't want to lose you."

Zacharias turned back toward Emily.

"But I realized that I already lost you." Emily said. She walked toward Zacharias. "I thought that I could walk away from the ARC. I thought I could move on with my life and never look back. I was wrong. I was wrong to ever leave. This job is what I came into; it's part of who I am. But I can't be a part of this team...and be with you."

Zacharias frowned. "What are you saying?"

Emily reached down to her left hand and slipped off her diamond accented engagement ring. She took Zacharias' hand and placed the ring into his palm. "I never should have things go so far. You're a good man, Zacharias. But I'm not the woman you think I am. And you're not the man I need."

Zacharias looked up at Emily. He seemed at war with himself. Battling between anger and hurt. "You're making a mistake Emily."

Emily shook her head. "My mistake was hurting you like this. This is the first thing I'm doing right."

Zacharias closed his fist around the ring. He tuned from Emily and walked down the aisle. He never looked back as he leaved the room and closes the door behind him.

Emily sighed deeply, once again alone in the remnants of her almost wedding. She turned back to the alter, where a white grand piano is settled. She walks over slowly, biding her time. The music is strewn about the floor with everything else, but Emily manages to find the pieces of one full accompaniment. She organizes the pages into the right order and sets herself down on the bench. She couldn't remember the last time she played the piano. Certainly before marrying Henry so many years ago. Emily placed her hands on top of the ivory keys. She looked at the sheet music and started playing. The room filled with the soft music of the piano as she played. Emily recognized the music as her march. Emily had liked the piece, but the pianist had played it took fast for her liking. Emily hit each chord at a slower pace, making the song flow more smoothly. She looked down at the keys every few seconds and she play, moving closer to the keys. Emily moved with the music, letting the slow rhythm guide her. Her fingers hit the final key, allowing the end of the song to fade off into the silence.

"Well it wouldn't be a real weddin without a proper fight, would it?"