"Stop... Stop struggling Viki, or I'll break your arm." Alistair said as Viki desperately tried to break free of his grip.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" she screamed.

"WOW! Wonderful! Its a miracle, she speaks, hallelujah!"

"If I do... Let go of you, will you stay and talk to me?" Alistair asked, Viki nodded.

Alistair smiled. "I was wondering when you'd come back, I just didn't know when."

"You came back to finish the job..."

"Are you gonna turn me in?" she asked.

"That remains to be seen, I haven't yet have I?"

"No. But why not? Why didn't you tell the police then?"

"Bennett?" Alistair chuckled. "I make a point of not telling him anything."

"I heard you were a bad man... Are you going to kill me yourself for revenge?" she asked.

"Kill you, why? I'm your biggest fan, I admire you..."

"Admire me?" Viki asked, slightly confused.

"Yeah, you're great... Great strength. Terrific, terrific focus."

"I don't know where I went wrong, I mean... None of my children, or any of my grandchildren have developed your kind of talent, you're pure evil. With you know, combined with control. You're the perfect package."

"Yeah, okay... But... you're not gonna turn me in? I have to know."

"Uh, no I won't... If you stay here and answer one question, truthfully."

"I'm not concerned with any of your other victims, but why are you trying to kill me?"

Viki continued to sleep soundly.

A medical facility in an undisclosed location.

Alarms continued to blare loudly as armed men surveyed every corner of the laboratory in search of the escaped subject.

"Damn you idiots!" An elderly with a mustache and balding hair and looking to be in his early 70s, shoved his fist down on his desk in anger. This was Dr. Alan Oppenheimer, a world renowned geneticist.

"Have you any idea what you've done? Any clue?!" Doctor Oppenheimer yelled to two subordinates that stood on the opposite end of his highly adorned desk filled with a dozen or so medical files.

"With all due respect, Dr. Oppenheimer... The escape of subject CH-13 wasn't our fault."

"Then whose fault was it?" The two colleagues looked at each other, trying to figure out what to say to the doctor between them.

"I'm not interested in any of your excuses... All I know is the subject escaped, and unless you find him ASAP, there will be hell to pay."

"Sir, we have our men scouring the area, its only a matter of time before they locate him, and bring him back here."

"And if they don't? What then? Perhaps you two would like to be the ones to explain this to Alistair Crane. How his little science experiment escaped on your watch."

"Sir, is it really necessary to inform Mr. Crane about this?"

"What do you think? Perhaps you'd prefer to wait until he shows up here, and you have nothing to show him!"

"We will find him sir, but please... Don't call Mr. Crane just yet. Give us just a little more time."

"Time is running out, gentlemen. For both of us. I suggest you find the subject, and find him fast, your careers and mine... Possibly even our lives, may very well depend on it."

"Alistair Crane entrusted this task to me above all others, and he expects results. Otherwise, I go back to prison, which considering my age... May very well be for the rest of my life."

"Sir, that's not going to happen."

"Oh, you're psychic now is that it, Frasier?"

"Sir, I'm just trying to help you calm down."

"I'm not a child, I don't need your help to calm down. What I need is for that clone to be located, and returned here immediately. The genetic sequencing was incomplete, his molecule structure is unstable, and could be breaking down bit by bit as we speak."

"What are you two waiting for?! A signal? Get out of my sight and find that damn clone!" Doctor Oppenheimer demanded.

Elsewhere, Whitney Russell played with her son, Miles. She flashed back to the night his father died.

"Don't call 911..." Alistair demanded as he pointed a gun at Chad.

"Chad, please..." Whitney begged "Please just listen to him, okay?" she said, Chad looked at Alistair defiantly.

"He won't kill me, I'm his own blood..." Chad replied.

"He tried to kill Sheridan, honey..." Whitney replied.

"Alistair, please, please let Chad call for an ambulance..." Gwen begged.

"Ethan hasn't hurt you, you can't let him die!" Theresa said.

"I can do anything I want, haven't you figured that out already?" Alistair asked.

"I should have known you had something to do with this... This is your fault, Ethan is gonna die because of you." Theresa said to Gwen.

"Do not blame me, this was Alistair's idea." Gwen replied.

"Yeah, and if it had worked, you would be dead..." Rebecca interjected.

"And where do you think he got the idea from, Theresa? You tried to kill him by poisoning his guacamole!"

"Ladies, please." Alistair said as he blew a hole in the ceiling with the gun.

"Why, Ethan didn't murder you two years ago is beyond me..." Alistair said.

"Alistair, please..." Theresa continued to beg. "He's still breathing, we need to call 911."

"No, no no... I came back from the dead to uh, get rid of everyone that disappointed me, I mean there are so many things you have to clean up here in Harmony, I mean so many lose ends..."

"Alistair, his heart beat is really weak. Please let us call the paramedics." Gwen begged.

"Its pointless. He's gonna be dead anyway, like all of you."

"I have to clean up all my mistakes..."

"Alistair, surely you don't mean I your little Becky is a mistake, and surely not Gwen..."

"You're all mistakes. You're all a part of the mess." Suddenly Chad jumped Alistair trying to wrestle the gun from him, Alistair shoving him aside.

"You wouldn't shoot me, father. You wouldn't dare." Alistair pulled the trigger without a moments hesitation.

"But I'm your son..." Chad said tearfully, turning to look at Whitney, before falling to the floor. Whitney looking on in horror.

Looking down Alistair spoke.

"You're no son of mine." he said coldly as Chad felt the life drain from his body.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Whitney yelled at Alistair. "Chad is your son!"

"I came back to take out the trash. Everyone in my family that disappointed me, gets to pay. And Chad was - oh, he was on the list."

"So, whether I kill him now or later, makes no difference."

"Don't worry, honey. It's gonna be okay. You're gonna be fine, okay?" Whitney said as she cradled Chad as he forcefully coughed blood.

"You bastard!" Theresa replied.

"One down, so many more to go. My dear Theresa, our marriage was forged in hell. So, you're going to be very comfortable down there. Goodbye." Alistair said as he pointed the gun at Theresa, the flashback ending as Whitney continued to play with her son, still lost in his thoughts.