Sydney POV

When I woke up the next morning my watch said 9:45. That was definitely later than I usually slept. I got out of the bed and stretched my back. It was no longer sore, which was good since the paramedics drilled it into my head that they only reason they were releasing me was because I didn't appear to be in shock, but if I had any kind of pain by the morning I was to go to a hospital immediately.
I stood around for a moment thinking about what I should do next, and then decided to head down stairs to see if there was a phone I could use to call Francie. Not that she knew I was coming up to visit her, but if she called the house and I didn't answer she might get worried. I changed into some regular clothes and went down the stairs. It was already occupied by two couples. The was an elderly couple on the left side of the room and another couple that looked to be about my age, and the woman who owned the place was sitting in a chair on the right side.
"Looks like I'm not the only person staying here."
"Good morning. Everyone this is......Sydney, right?" she asked. I nodded, "This is Sydney. Sydney this is Dave and Clara and James and Harriet Clarkston."
"Hi," I said.
"Hello, Sydney," the all responded.
"So what brings you here?" Mr. Clarkston asked me.
"Well, actually I was in a car accident," I said.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Dave said.
"Well, I'm just lucky I found a place to stay last night," I said trying to be polite.
"Yeah, Dave and I......well we eloped," she said blushing, "we were surprised that this place was open too."
The owner laughed lightly, "Well, off all the people I invited only my son said he could come visit so I figured why close for just two people?"
I would be lying if I said that statement tipped me off. I may have been intuitive but not that much. I didn't make any connection what so ever until I heard the footsteps in the next room, at which point I somehow knew what was coming next. I know it sounds ridiculous since it would be perfectly normal for a woman her age to have a grown son, but I swear somehow I felt his presence before I saw him.
"Oh there you are. Everyone this is my son Michael, this is Mr. and Mrs. Clarkston, Dave and Clara, and Sydney," the owner, Vaughn's mother, introduced everyone as I stood frozen in my spot on the floor. I'm a better actress than Vaughn so the look of shock was evident on his face but he recovered quickly.
"Hello," the other guests said to him.
"Hi," he said to me. I gave a small smile in response. The kind you would give stranger as a way of being polite. I stood quietly as the conversation progressed oblivious to the palpable tension in the room. I suddenly saw the perfect moment to cut in.
"Oh, you know what I never gave you my credit card. I'll just run up stairs and get it," I excused my self and left the room. I took a moment to organize my thoughts as I climbed the stairs, my mission to call Francie long forgotten. If it weren't so morbid I would have laughed at the irony of it all. A woman who owns a simple inn gets a guest who is the daughter of the woman who killed her husband and and works at the CIA with her son who just happens to be home this holiday.
"Obviously whatever higher force there is out there has a very sick sense of humor," I thought to myself.

Vaughn POV

I couldn't get to sleep. No matter how hard I tried to, there was just too much on my mind. Finally after just laying around for three hours I decided that I might as well give it up. I left my room and headed down the hall. I heard mom talking with her guests in the front living room. I didn't plan to join them, I actually planned to go get my lap top from the car thinking I could catch up on some paperwork, I just happened to pass by on my way through the kitchen.
Who knew that I would find the very person who I had been trying for the past twelve hours not to think about standing in the middle of the room? I couldn't completely hide my shock, but I think I covered it up alright. She was a little calmer about it but I could tell she was just as surprised. A couple minutes after we first 'met' Sydney excused herself to go find a credit card. I caught on to her plan and excused myself as well. I went through the kitchen and took the stairs in the laundry room up to the second floor.
I waited for her in the hall trying to organize my thoughts. I didn't have long though, before she appeared at the top.
"How did you get up here before me?!" she asked surprised.
"Oh, there's another staircase at the back of the house," I explained.
"Oh," she said.
"Listen what are you doing here?" I demanded lowering my voice.
"Well how was I suppose to know? You never said anything about your mother owning a bed and breakfast so I had absolutely no way of knowing!" she snapped back. I knew she was right..
"Look if it bothers you that much I can find another place to stay. It's no big deal." she went on.
"No, Syd I didn't mean it that way," I said regretting how surly my question has sounded, "I was just.........I was thinking about SD-6 actually. Do they know you're here?"
She shook her head, "No, actually you're the only person who knows I'm not in L.A."
Before I had a chance to answer back footsteps on the stairs interrupted us. She nodded at me and went into her room as I turned back down the hall. SD-6 didn't know she where she was. So theoretically she was safe here. All we had to do was pretend we didn't know each other and everything would be just fine.
"Just fine," I repeated to myself as I headed back down the stairs.