Santa Monica Apartments, LA 9:23 pm.

A woman in her late 20's was in her bathroom, washing off her make-up. Her fiancé appeared in the doorway. He gently embraced her and kissed her in her exposed right shoulder.

"Don't go wild, honey. You'll be late for your night shift." – she pretended to be surprised, but knew him long enough to know he liked teasing her that way.

"Just wanted to say goodbye, I might stay longer in the work. Jared got drunk as hell, you know? He's gonna need a little bit more time to refresh himself before replacing me. At least some additional dollars will land in my pocket.

"Is there anything to break the unbreakable spirit of Mr. Cozy Scotty?"

"Cozy Scotty? Since when you name me like that? It sounds lame."

"Since when your chest is much better to lie on than average pillow. And pillows don't give free massage and strawberries with whipped cream and chocolate."

Scott chuckled before his fiancé turned around and gave him long, deep kiss.

"You would ignite the whole package of Cuban Cigars with that kiss!" – he exclaimed from excitement

"One will be enough" – she gave him a coy smile – "Now go honey, I have to prepare myself for work too, it's late enough and tomorrow is my first day in a new place and new patient to look after."

"I already envy him, now he's gonna spend more time with you than I do." – he gave her his own devilish grin

"Get lost!" – she sarcastically barked and tossed small towel to his face, maintaining the wide smile

"Ha, ha! See you tomorrow Katie."

"Good night, watch out for yourself."

"I don't have a choice." – he then left the apartment, whistling one of these catchy jazz songs.

Now the woman was alone, she changed into her favourite white bathrobe, remaining barefoot, her short reddish hair still wet and falling down to her shoulders. Feeling refreshed and completely chilled out after long hot shower, she felt bored since Scott had had to leave to work. She was about to look for her favourite novel at the bookcase when suddenly she heard the unmistakable sound of the gun cocked and felt a cold end of barrel touching the back of her head. Eerie silence had been broken by even more creepy, emotionless voice of a young girl.

"Katherine Brewster?"

"Ye…yes."

"Don't turn around."

"Take whatever you want, but please spare me, my love would never recover from it."

"I know, I've been observing you. He loves you and you love him, which is good. I'm not a thief."

"Then what the hell do you want from me?"

"To make a deal that may be beneficial for both of us."

"Deal?"

"You've been assigned to take care of a patient in coma named Henry Gage. He's in terrible danger, and I need to protect him. You won't stand a chance against the kind of attacker Henry may be targeted by. Therefore, I need your nurse's clothes, your shoes and your glasses."

"But it's my job, I can't leave it like that." – Kate responded, her eyes becoming glassy from anxiety

"Your earnings for the time I will be with the patient will be returned to you. Same with your clothes. Don't worry about it. All you have to do is to stay away from hospital and its surroundings for a while. It will also help you remain safe and happy with Scott."

"What if they start questioning my absence?"

"Pretend you have had a sudden, severe headache and you can't be in work for now."

"What if I decline your offer, whoever you are?"

"Then I'll have to make a regretful decision."

There was no good choice for Kate Brewster, but she would do anything to remain alive.

"At least you are playing fair. Alright the attire is in my wardrobe in the bedroom.

"Thank you for your help, Katherine. Remember to stay away from hospital. It's for your own good too."

"Why you even care so much about the person whose house you broke in?" – Kate felt how the cold barrel got pulled away from her head, feeling relieved.

"I have my reasons." – after mysterious female spoke her last words, Kate felt everything gone dark in a second. She was knocked out, so the identity of the figure would stay unidentified. Then the mysterious girl put her gently into her bed, found the necessary grey medical scrubs and left the apartment unnoticed. She did a speed call to John Henry.

"Hello Cameron, how can I help you, how is John Connor?

"John is ok, but I need you to create my own nurse profile and assign me to Henry Gage's treatment, it's a fake name for John. My nurse name will be River Dawson.

"No problem, will be done in approximately 2 minutes."

"Thank you, John Henry."

"Friends help friends."

After that, the cyborg entered the SUV and rode into the dark. Everything was going according to the plan, but the image of unconscious John lying in hospital bed kept on tormenting her algorithms. He fixed her so many times, now she'd find a way to fix him and would never let anything happen to him again. It was too much pain for him to bear…and for her.