Chloe froze in horror, knowing they couldn't leave him. She looked to see how Tori reacted, but then remembered Tori didn't even know.

Go back to him, Chloe.

Chloe knew her conscience was right. She spun round and raced back to Andrew. Tori dropped down onto her knees next to Chloe, and Derek stood to the side. He kept glancing through the trees. They'd gotten a head-start, but that was diminishing with each second they spent stopped.

Suddenly, Andrew opened his eyes.

"Tori," He said in a strangled voice. "I'm your…you're my…. Daughter."

Chloe barely got over the shock of watching Andrew close his eyes for good, when Derek said,

"Look at his chest."

Tori ripped open his shirt and Chloe could see he'd been shot in the chest.

Tori jumped up.

"Come on."

It felt like they'd been there a lifetime, but in reality that had barely taken an minute. They kept running, but it didn't take them long to realize no one was following them. Derek didn't let them stop, though. Tori jogged along without saying a word, a frozen look on her face. Chloe kept to the back, watching Simon's head bounce mesmerizingly. She felt drained of emotion.

Chloe kept waiting for the end of the woods, but it never came. When night fell, they were still surrounded by trees. Derek sighed as he lifted Simon off his shoulder. Chloe tried not to let him see the look of pity on her face. Chloe knew how much it would hurt him if anything happened to Simon.

"Tori," Derek sighed. "What happened to you guys?"

"They basically just experimented on us," Tori said. She lowered herself onto the ground without saying anything else.

"Is that why he's like this?"

"Yes," Tori snapped suddenly. "Ok?"

Derek glowered at her. Chloe knew a fight was about to break out.

"Just save it for the morning, fine?"

Tori and Derek glared at each other.

"Fine," Tori gave in.

(Derek's Point of View)

Derek lied down to wait for morning. If it was one thing he knew, he wouldn't be getting any sleep that night. He had too many things to work out.

I'll be too worried to go to sleep, anyway, Derek tried to convince himself. But aside from Simon, he really had nothing to worry about-for the moment.

At first he'd wondered why the Edison Group wasn't following them, but he soon figured it out. Diane Enright was dead. He wasn't sure what that meant for them, but it was the truth. He also knew that for some reason, that kept them from chasing them. He had no idea why; maybe they were choosing another leader, maybe they didn't know what to do. Bu whatever it was, it was undoubtedly good for them.

Derek kept thinking back to the room where he'd found Simon, nearly dead, strapped to that cold, unforgiving table. There had been rows of other tables, each with another body on it. Derek hadn't looked to see if his dad was on one. He hadn't really wanted to.

Despite what Derek had said, he didn't fight it when he fell into sleep.