Jessica reached for her phone within an instant. It had barely sunk in, but she had to call someone, anyone. She dialed Rosa's work number, but Rosa wasn't there. Jessica began to daydream, and tried to remember more. Her other daughter had to be older than six, because she had to have been born before she met Rosa. Jessica tried to picture what she looked like, but all she could see was Juliana. Juliana, the daughter she knew. Juliana, her savior. Juliana, everything she had ever known to be true. And not knowing what the father looked like, made picturing the other daughter hard. For all she knew Juliana and the other daughter could have different fathers, but she doubted that. Jessica got tired of calling her other daughter, her other daughter, so until that day in the far future when she would finally figure out who she was, who her family was, Jessica decided to name her. She picked up the closest book off the shelf, and fingered through it. But a name that she had considered for Juliana when she was born stuck out more. Alexis. The only reason she didn't name Juliana Alexis, was Rosa found it very hard to pronounce. Jessica tried to remember more. But the memories wouldn't come. She just kept reliving the same memory. The song triggered the memory. She wondered if Raquel would mind if she rewound the movie and listened to that song again.
She didn't have time to linger long on the thought. Her office hours had started, and there was a constant flow of students needing her help. Even Raquel could tell that she needed stay out of the way it was so busy.
"*What am I going to do with you while I teach?*" Jessica asked Raquel as she went to open the door for yet another student.
Raquel stared up at her blankly and yawned. "*Movie again?*" She asked.
"*Sure, but you'll go to sleep when I ask you to?*"
Raquel nodded. "Uh, huh."
"*Good, because I need you to take a nap while I teach.*"
"*Ok.*"
Jessica allowed the next student in, while Raquel watched Tarzan for the third time that day. When the time came, she scooped up the already sleeping Raquel into her arms, and carried her with some blankets to the classroom. After arranging a little bed under the desk, Jessica went about preparing for her students to arrive. Raquel barely stirred. Someone entered the room, and Jessica looked up from the textbook.
"*Excuse me, are you Prof. English?*" The man asked.
Jessica looked into his eyes. They felt familiar. "*Uh, yes I am.*"
"*Good, I found the right room. My name is Eric Weiss, I am the one who had asked to sit in on one of your classes.*"
"*Oh right, the prospective teacher.*"
"*Yes.*"
"*What would you teach?*"
Weiss didn't know what to say. This part wasn't rehearsed. Vaughn had only asked him to sit on the class as a prospective teacher to see if she still acted the same. "English." He said, not bothering with Spanish.
"That makes sense. You have a very good accent."
"I actually grew up in Las Angles. I just decided to move to Barcelona because that is where my wife lives." He lied. He saw something in her eye as he mentioned LA and wife.
Jessica didn't know who this man was. He felt familiar. But she couldn't place him. At first she thought he was a former student, but when he mentioned that he was from LA, it just wasn't possible. Maybe he looks like someone I know. He kinda looks like Luis' brother. She thought. "You can sit back there." She said. Jessica peeked under her desk at the still sleeping Raquel. Jessica said a quick prayer that she remained asleep, as the students began to nosily file in. She began to teach her lesson. As the class got closer to the end, there came a knock on her door, and Rosa came flying. Jessica pointed to her desk, and Rosa ran over to it. She picked up the bundle that was her daughter and went flying out again. Jessica watched the Weiss mutter something under his breath, as her students began to ask questions on what that was all about.
In the unmarked white van outside the building Vaughn was cursing. A little girl, about three had been taken out of the room. Weiss could only assume that it was Sydney's daughter. Vaughn quickly did the math. There was no way in heaven or hell that girl could be his daughter. He didn't move on after Sydney disappeared, so why did he assume that she would, especially if she didn't remember anything? "Are you sure man?" He asked.
"No." Weiss muttered. "Hold on, one of the girls is asking if it is her daughter." Weiss turned up his microphone.
"¿Era eso su hija que ella se llevó a cabo de aquí?" A girl asked.
"We are in English class, I will answer your question when you ask in English." She instructed.
The girl nodded, and thought for a moment before she continued. "Was that you daughter that her carried out?*" She asked, her English broken, but clear.
"Was that your daughter that she carried out." Jessica corrected. "No, that wasn't. I was just babysitting for a little bit. My daughter is 5." She spoke slowly, to allow the class to understand her.
"What was girl's name?" The first girl asked.
"That was Raquel."
"How old?"
"Three."
"What is your daughter name?" Another girl asked.
"Juliana." Jessica didn't allow anymore questions on the matter, as she began to teach the lesson again.
"Did you catch that man?" Eric said.
"Yeah, thanks." He sunk into his chair. There was no one else in the van with him. Everyone else had decided to go out touristing while they had some down time. Vaughn was glad about that. It meant that he could linger on the thought longer than if he was surrounded by other guys. Juliana was five years old. Vaughn put two and two together. There was a very high chance that this Juliana was his daughter as well. Juliana had to be closer to five and a half, but parents don't say that. They just give the general age. Alexandra was eight and three quarters, she told everyone that. But Vaughn just called her eight. So if the timing was right, Juliana could be his daughter. They had been trying before her mission. It was possible. Vaughn sat there, staring at the panel of dials on the side of the van until Weiss came back out to the van.
"That was probably one of the most exciting classes I have ever had since John Honk blew up the sink in tenth grade chemistry." Weiss said, the second he got into the van.
"She's that good of a teacher?" Vaughn asked hopeful.
"She's good. I found the lesson boring but that is because I knew all of that stuff. No, what I found out is what made it so interesting."
"I know."
"You look like you're still in shock."
"Probably because I still am."
"She is still really beautiful."
"Juliana or Sydney?"
"Sydney. I haven't seen anything of Juliana yet."
"We're going to the apartment tonight, right?"
"We were planning on tomorrow, but if you really want to go tonight, I can understand."
"Thanks."
"Another daughter. Wow."
"I don't even know how to explain everything to Alexandra."
"Start with, Alexandra this is your sister."
"That is what makes it so hard. She doesn't know about Sydney."
"How can she not know about Sydney? She's her mother for god sakes!"
"She's never asked what happened to her. I think its some sort of understanding that her mother doesn't live with us."
"But you talk to her about it, right. I mean she knows that Sydney is alive."
"I don't know. We talk about Sydney, a lot. She asks about what she was like, and I tell her, she asks all sorts of questions, but what happened to her never came up."
"I always knew that there was something odd about Alex."
"The name is Alexandra." Vaughn sternly said.
"Right, but Alexandra is such a mouthful, can't you just get over this whole, that's Syd's nickname for her thing, and call her Al-"
"No, because Sydney is standing inside that building."
"She may look the same, she may act the same, she may have your daughter, but that woman in there knows nothing of Sydney Vaughn, or Sydney Bristow. She knows that her names is Jessica English. And I have been doing some research on amnesia victims, which by the way is the popular theory flying around, and the latch on hard and strong at what they know, and don't let go easily."
"I guess you're right." Vaughn said. "But I am not going to give up hope."
"She's leaving her office in half an hour. Would you like me to go in and see if I could get a copy of a picture of Juliana for you?"
Vaughn sat on the notion for a second. "No, I'll wait until tonight."
"Ok." The two sat there in silence for quite some time, before they saw Sydney leave the building. Vaughn followed her carefully with the video camera until she was out of sight.
"Eric, drive to the elementary school."
"Why?"
"Just do it!"
Weiss jumped into the front seat and drove to the elementary school, where children were playing after school. Vaughn took the camera, and looked around at every kid. "Why did you have me drive here?"
"She's why." Vaughn said. He stopped the camera, where a little girl sat quietly on a grassy hill, coloring in a coloring book.
"She looks just like Alexandra." Weiss said.
"I think that's Juliana."
"I swear, if I didn't know about Juliana, I would have thought you brought Alexandra with you."
"She should be picking her up soon." Sure enough, Vaughn watched as Sydney walked over to the little girl on the hill, and pick her up.
Vaughn was speechless.