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Chapter 11

Jane had no idea what to expect as she walked along the corridor. She knew she had every right to have felt suspicious about Benji's behaviour but now when she knew the truth she felt slightly guilty about it. The walk seemed to last forever, as if to give her enough time to think about everything. Just as she was about to break the silence with some question or remark or anything, the three of them stopped in front of a door. The doctor gave the agents a nod before opening it.

Benji lay in bed, almost as pale as the sheets. He frowned a bit at the sound of the door opening and lifted his head up a slightest bit. His glance was turned right ahead of him, past everyone in the room. He just looked completely broken. His colleagues had never seen him so lost before and now it was a really unsettling sight.

"Hey, Benji," Jane forced, trying to sound calm, as if she knew that everything was going to be fine. As if she wasn't being consumed by fear and pain at seeing one of her closest friends like that.

"Jane?" it wasn't even a whisper. It sounded more like a breath.

"And Ethan," the team leader finally spoke. Benji frowned again and let his head rest on the pillow.

"How's Brandt?" he tried to put more effort into his voice this time which did make him sound a bit louder.

"He's fine," Ethan replied firmly. "He's been awake after the surgery and now he is resting".

The ex-technician nodded. The other two agents knew they had to say something but had no idea where to start. They didn't want to point out the obvious or ask Benji how he was feeling – they could see the answer right in front of them.

"Brandt told us what happened," Jane found the words at last. Benji nodded once more but suddenly lifted his head again, as if having remembered something.

"It wasn't the real Knox," he tried to speak quickly but it only made him stumble on his own words. "Before I went to the safe house… I saw in the news…" he had to stop to catch his breath. After a few painful seconds he continued more calmly. "Knox was found dead in his attic. Somebody cut his throat. That guy we met… I shot him in the head. I have no idea who he was," he let his head flop on the pillow, feeling too exhausted to say anything.

Ethan's eyes widened as he was trying to process the information. Things were only getting crazier and more complicated. He decided to ask about something slightly different.

"That gas that you were exposed to…" he started. "Do you have any idea what it was?" Ethan knew the doctors were unable to figure this out but he wouldn't ignore the knowledge Benji had. However, the Englishman shook his head, so weakly that his friends barely noticed the motion at all.

"We need to find out," Ethan was now speaking to Jane whose gaze lightened up at those words. At last they had something to do. There was some hope to help. "Whatever it was, if it stayed at the villa, it might still be there".

"Unless the police took as evidence," Jane reasoned.

"Let's hope they didn't. We'll go back to the safe house and take some equipment. We can't risk anything now. Once we know what caused this to happen, we might be able to help".

Jane nodded.

"You'll be alright, Benji," she said soothingly. But the Brit didn't seem to acknowledge her words, lying still with his eyes closed. "Benji?" she called, worry growing inside her. "Benji!"

The doctor rushed in and looked at the various pieces of equipment the tech was attached to.

"It looks like he passed out from exhaustion," he proclaimed thoughtfully. "He might wake up in some time. Though I can't be sure…"

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Kirk was reading the papers almost furiously. Sure, reading about a little girl looking at some violets and remembering her Daddy was interesting and exciting but it was getting him nowhere.

"What does this have to do with anything?" he asked, exasperated. "They wanted to kill a guy so they read the diary of his daughter who would have never been born had they succeeded! What is the point?"

"It seems that they were just looking for as much information as they could get," Spock reasoned. "It doesn't mean this diary was in any way helpful".

Kirk let out an annoyed sigh. He turned back to the papers, feeling his annoyance only grow. A sound from his communicator, however, distracted him.

"Kirk here," he answered, his gaze still glued to the writing, even though he wasn't reading any more.

"Jim," the voice on the other side sounded worried.

"Bones?" the captain saw Spock's eyebrow rise as the Vulcan heard the word. Why would McCoy call them? "What is it?"

"It's Scotty," the doctor seemed slightly hesitant. "He's getting exhausted for no apparent reason. I can't detect what's wrong with him, he just gets… weaker".

"How bad is it?" Kirk demanded.

"I don't know. I'm giving him medication to restore some of the energy but I don't know how long it will last".

"Got it. Stand by and wait for my further instructions. Kirk out".

He tuned his head towards Spock.

"Any suggestions?" he asked. His mind was absolutely empty.

"I think we should try to get to our time as soon as possible. Mr Scott may need some more serious help. But before that we must figure out why we got here in the first place. In the current time we have a better opportunity to do research on him because he is still alive. I suggest that we delay the reading and try to look in other places".

Kirk nodded.

"Starting with the place where this Dunn guy was attacked," he continued the first officer's thought.

"Precisely," Spock nodded.