Dawn was breaking in the Northern Ireland countryside as the van pulled up to the aging barn. The driver got out and unlocked the single padlock that kept the curious away. After swinging the doors open, he got back in the van and pulled into the interior. It was only then that the other three passengers got out and opened the back door of the van.

"Smith, close that door before we take this package out." He did as he was told and then walked back to the van.

McGann help to slide the casket out and the four men lifted it and took it to a group of hay bales stacked in the corner.

"Now, let's see what shape this package is in." He pried open the casket lid, and zipped open the black vinyl bag part way. He slipped the blindfold off and waited to see if her eyes would open. Checking for a carotid pulse, he was relieved to feel one. Waiting for her eyes to open, he took the cannula off her nose and the canister out of the casket.

And still waited. "Mrs. Bartlet, time to wake up." Still no response. "The drugs should have worn off by now," he said to no one in particular. "Okay, guys. Lift her out and place her on that blanket over there. And place that second blanket over her. She may be cold."

O'Malley and Watson did as they were instructed. Even after the second blanket had been placed, Abbey had not responded.

McGann turned and went to his drug box in the van. He rummaged through it until he found the vial he wanted. Finding a clean syringe, he pulled a small amount out, walked over to his prize, and injected it into her arm. Within two minutes, her eyes began to flutter and finally they opened. First, confused, and then they widened with fear.

McGann knelt down by her. "Mrs. Bartlet, My name is Branden McGann and you will be my guest for an indefinite period of time. Right now, everyone thinks you are dead so you might as well get used to being with me for a while. I want you to rest a little bit, and then someone will come and freshen you up. They will give you some clothes and a meal. After that, we'll see. Enjoy your stay."

He stood up and motioned to the other men to follow him.

"Open the barn door, O'Malley. We're finished here for right now. Let's go."

Smith started the van and pulled through the door. O'Malley closed the door behind them. He replaced the padlock, and Abbey heard the van drive off.

She looked around as much as she could turn her head, which wasn't much. Her mouth was still covered in tape, her hands and feet bound.

Now, only silence surrounded her.

And alone.