Lester paces back and forth along the hallway, swearing. His team can't listen to him and they aren't trying hard enough.

"Are you sure Cutter?"

"The anomaly appears to have moved again. We can't find a way to make it stand in one place long enough to punt the creature back to it's time." Lester swears again.

"And Stephen?"

"The same as Abby."

"Connor?"

"Distraught."

"Of course." The two men are silent, lost in thought. "How can I help? We need to keep this controlled."

"We're losing control fast. You know that. The creature is contained for now, but we don't know what it is, or how to stop it. We don't want to kill it, but we can't find it's anomaly."

"Then you're going to have to kill it Cutter." Nick looks pained.

"Have you seen it?"

"No…."

"Might want to take a look. It could be futile for the future."

"You mean-?"

"It appears to be from a future anomaly. Something strange, newer. Now we know there is a future. This is just incredible, and I won't put that creature down. Abby would hate you forever."

"Abby is dying because of that thing. It's slowly shutting down all her organs and slowing the brain activity. BECAUSE OF THAT THING!" Lester is clearly upset. He gestures down the hall toward where Cutter locked the beast up, "IT'S killing Abby and you want to let it live? Sometimes I wonder about your sanity Cutter." Nick steps up to Lester, and the two stand face to face, glaring at each other.

"If Abby or Stephen dies, I'll kill it myself. But not until then." His voice is dangerously low. "Not until I see their dead bodies." Lester throws his arms up into the air.

"Why do you want to protect this creature so much?"

"It's something new, and I want to understand it! That's just like you, wanting to kill a magnificent creature because you don't understand it."

"It's not that I don't understand it, it's that it's picking off my team, one by one. First your lizard girl, then your pretty gun boy. Next it could be you, or Connor. Or ME! It could be anyone next. I don't want it around Cutter. It's bad news. Not just to me, but to the world. To everyone. It's our job to make sure that threats get eliminated, to protect the people. You know this Cutter. You understood." Cutter bows his head,

"I thought I knew you better then that Lester. Clearly I was wrong."

"Clearly. Go. Find the anomaly if you can. Find someone to watch it until help comes. We don't want anymore of those," he spits the next word out like a curse, "beasts coming out and threatening the Earth."

"I'm pretty sure they came from Earth." Cutter mutters under his breath before agreeing with Lester. "Fine Lester. Fine." He walks down the hall, turns to Lester and says, "But I want you to keep me updated on the sedation of the creature and on the conditions of Abby and Stephen." Lester nods,

"Of course Cutter."

"And call Connor. I'll need his help."

PRIMEVAL

Connor's phone buzzes, but he ignores it, focusing mainly on Abby's vacant face. He sits and stares, as he had for the past hour. His phone buzzes again, but he just closes his eyes.

"I'm not leaving." He says out loud, to no one in particular. Abby's eyes crack open for a moment, her chapped lips part,

"C-c-con?" Connor nearly drops her hand in surprise.

"ABBY!"

"Connor?"

"I'm right here Abs. What is it?" Abby tries to lick her lips, failing and moaning instead.

"I can't see. Where are you?" Connor grips her hand tighter.

"Right here Abby. It's all going to be okay. "

"No it's not. I'm dying Connor. I can-feel it. Get rid of that thing Connor. Do it. Please." Abby's eyes close, and she struggles to open them again, grabbing Connor's clammy hand in her own. "Don't worry about what Nick says, just… Stop it." Connor nods angrily.

"Of course Abby. Of course!" Her eyes roll back in her head and she collapses onto the bed again, resting her head on the starch white pillow. Connor's phone buzzes again. He kisses her knuckles before answering.

"Connor."

"I know who you are. It's Lester. Cutter wants you." Connor shakes his head.

"I can't help. I've got bigger things to do Lester. Trust me."

-sigh- "Well how are Abby and Stephen?"

"Not getting any better. I'm coming down. Be ready."

"Thought you weren't leaving the hospital…"

"Past-tense Lester. I'm leaving. Abby asked me to."

"Abby did what?"

"She's gone."

"WHAT? She can't be…"