Audrey woke up in the same interrogation room as she had the last time. She was alone except for a guard standing in the farthest corner of the room. He was a solemn-faced and broad shouldered fellow, and he held one hand at his waist, lovingly running his hands over the gun holstered at his side. Every so often, he would look towards Audrey and his finger would twitch on the trigger, as if he were imagining pointing the gun at her head and shooting. Not that it would do him any good, but Audrey didn't feel the experience of dying would be a pleasant one.

"So... do you come here often?" Audrey asked cheerfully. The guard looked at her and rolled his eyes. "Oh, the strong and silent type? Yeah, I've dated guys like you before," Audrey bantered aimlessly. "Assholes, all of them. And don't even get me started on the mommy issues... ugh!"

"Shut up," he growled.

"Oh, it speaks!" Audrey exclaimed in mock surprise. "Congratulations, you're not as dumb as you look!"

"I said, Shut up!" The man pulled his gun from his holster and cocked it at Audrey's head.

"Easy, there, soldier. We still need this one," the man spoke from behind Audrey. She saw him in the mirror. Someone stood in his shadow, just out of Audrey's vision. The guard saluted to the man respectfully and stepped back, sliding his gun back into its holster. The man walked further into the room, and his shadow followed. It was a teenage girl, maybe 16 years old, dressed in black clothing, with short, purple hair spiked up in all directions.

"Hello again, Audrey. Comfortable?" the man asked, taking in her hands chained at her back once again.

"Absolutely. I'm loving the five-star hospitality here," Audrey said with scathing sarcasm. "I only wish you'd thought to put a Jacuzzi in my cell."

"Sarcasm does not become you, my dear," the man laughed dryly. Audrey gave him a very obvious eye roll.

"Who's the kid? Yours? You seem a little old to have a teenage daughter."

"Audrey, meet Zoey. She's here to help make sure you behave," the man explained, as Zoey smiled. Audrey heard the hidden meaning behind his words, and interpreted it. She was filled with disgust.

"You're going to kill her if I don't meet your demands?" Audrey spat. "You're really that low?"

"You misunderstand me, Audrey. Zoey is someone very special. Much like you." Zoey had an expression of extreme smugness on her face. It clicked in Audrey's head. Zoey had an ability too. The man saw the light in Audrey's eyes. "Yes, you understand now. Zoey has been helping me for quite some time. She's been instrumental in locating several of your kind. You see, Zoey is a finder of a different sort. Not only can she locate people, but she can sense specials and their abilities."

"That's how you found Claire, and Gabriel," Audrey realized. Peter would be relieved. He had placed his trust in the right people, for once. The UNPS hadn't been infiltrated after all.

"Exactly. Zoey has been very willing to help. So,m when I asked her to help me find your lover, Peter, and bring him in... well, she was in agreement." The man smirked as Audrey's face fell. She felt as if the world was falling to pieces around her. Not Peter...

"Please... don't..." Audrey's pleas fell on deaf ears. The man turned to Zoey and nodded. Zoey smiled her smug grin and closed her eyes. Audrey imagined her power working, locating Peter's abilities, hunting him down so they could bring him here, torturing him to make Audrey do what they asked. Zoey looked confused, and her lids flickered slightly as her face drew into a frown. Then, without warning, her eyes snapped open and she laughed.

"Oh! How unexpected!" her voice chimed, high and musical.

"What is it?" the man asked, uncomprehendingly. "Did you find him?"

"I don't believe I need to. It seems Audrey has been holding out on us," she smiled in Audrey's direction, but Audrey didn't return it. She was confused. Why didn't they need Peter anymore. Zoey watched the emotions that crossed Audrey's face, and it dawned on her, "Or maybe, you just didn't know!" she laughed. "Well, let me be the first to offer you my congratulations."

"Congratulations?" Audrey asked stupidly.

"On your upcoming little bundle of joy."

Audrey froze, her expression one of shock and horror. She counted backwards in her head. She did it again, just to make sure. The numbers all fit. She remembered her nausea earlier.

"She's pregnant?" the man asked, as surprised as Audrey was.

"Definitely. Almost two months, I'd guess. Harder to tell, considering these aren't exactly the ideal conditions for a pregnancy," Zoey mused. Audrey felt a flicker of fear for the baby. How would all of this, the lack of nutrition, the drugs, affect him? Audrey pictured the baby as a him. The replica of his father, with soft, dark baby curls falling above his amber eyes. Peter's baby. Her baby.

The man's sudden laugh broke Audrey`s train of thought. "Soldier! Remove her chains!" he ordered. The guard stared at him like he was crazy, but her did as he was told. Audrey barely had a moment to flex her wrists before the guard had seized her shoulders and held her at arms length. The man reached beneath his suit jacket and pulled out a small gun. He pointed it at Audrey's head.

"You think that scares me?" Audrey scoffed, but it sounded less impressive with the fear infecting her tone. "I'll just heal, and you'll only piss me off."

"I know that you aren't threatened with your life, Audrey. You would rather die than commit to our cause," the man sneered. "But are you so willing to sacrifice your unborn child?" Slowly, his gun dropped until it was pointed at Audrey's stomach. "You will heal from this, but will your baby?"

Audrey shuddered at the thought of losing her child, Peter's child, at the hands of this lunatic. She hated him, she realized, a deep, passionate loathing. It scared her, feeling that so strongly for another person. She wanted him dead, she wanted to kill him herself. Before he hurt Peter or their baby. Audrey stared at the gun in his hand intently, willing herself to use her powers, to turn the gun on him, to force him to squeeze the trigger and end his own life. The man raised an eyebrow to her silence, and his hand twitched on the gun's trigger.

"Wait! I'll do it!" Audrey cried. Tears fell, from her eyes, as the man gave a small nod of his head. The guard threw her down to the floor, where Audrey curled into a tight ball. She wrapped her arms protectively around her stomach, shielding her unborn child from the ruthless killer before her. The man smiled as she lay at his feet, a terrifying and triumphant grin.

"That's more like it."