CHAPTER 3
"Have you contacted Dr. Simon?"
"He'll be here in a minute."
"Is she still asleep?"
"I don't know..we'll have to do more tests, until she wakes up."
What was that smell..it was a horrid, nasty, greasy smell of something that seemed
fimiliar-a hospital! I opened my eyes and saw that I was lying on a bed, and Michael was
sitting beside me reading a magazine. I looked up at him.
"She's awake!" Michael shouted. Then quiter he said, "Hey Syd...how are you feeling?"
"I-I'm okay."
Then I remembered. I remembered why I had fainted and I suddenly thought it was just a
dream I had had while I was in here.
A doctor came over and checked my vital stats.
"She's in perfect condition, we can release her."
I got up, and Michael and I walked out of the hostpital. We got into his car.
"Do you remember anything, Syd?" Michael asked me.
"I-I'm not sure..was it just a dream?"
"Did you see who I saw Syd, tell me, what did you see."
"Vaughn-it was no dream, I remember now..It was--it was-" I started to cry.
Vaughn put his arm around me, and drove with his other hand.
"What do we do?" I asked him.
"I'm taking you to my place. We can sort some things out, and then I'll take you
home and we'll talk to Francie. Just the three of us.
"Vaughn, this can't...it can't be happening. It's not possible. He died, I saw him, he
was in the tub. Danny is dead. He can't be alive."
"I said, we'll sort this out when we get home," Vaughn screamed.
I kept my mouth shut for the rest of the time. I didn't know what was happening. And I
hoped Michael and I could figure it out.
When we arrived at Michael's place, I felt horrible. I had a HORRIBLE pounding head
ache, and I couldn't contain myself any longer. I just burst out crying. Michael came over
next to me and took a deep breath. "Syd, please, crying isn't going to help anything. I'm
just as confused as you are." "Plus, maybe it wasn't even him, it could have been a
disguise."
"But, why was Fran with him? I don't get this."
"This is surreal, it's not-it's not-I need to focus."
"Vaughn, we NEED to talk to my dad, right away."
"Where is he?"
"I dunno, let's check CIA, he didn't have off."
So, once again, we drove to the CIA Headquarters, and neither of us said a word until we
got there. When we arrived, we both knew something was terribly wrong.
"Oh my gosh, Vaughn, someone-someone is here and they're infiltrating the
agency!"
"Syd, take this gun, the place is probably under servaillance, we'll need to be
careful."
"It's 9:00 at night, Vaughn, we can't see anything, I have a better idea." I grabbed
Michael's hand and led him toward the back entrance. Whoever was in here, forgot to
block off this door. I tried it, but it was locked. With no time to pick the lock, I grabbed
the fire extinguisher and sprayed the bolts on the door, and as quietly as we could,
we went in.
"Syd, I tried to contact Kendall through my beeper, and all I got was static."
WHACK. Vaughn was down.
That's when I saw him..Mr. Sark.
I kicked him and and we started to fight. But Sloane was right behind him.
He grabbed a gun, and shot me with a trank. For the second time that day, I saw
darkness...
When I woke up I was cuffed to a chair. My vision was fogges as I saw my mom. This
was all to familiar. Except for this time, I noticed Vaughn beside me, and on the other side
of him was my father. But that's not all the people that were in the room cuffed to chairs.
Marshall, Kendall, Weiss, and a couple other CIA agents were all there with looks of
shock on their faces. I looked over at my dad, who looked brave. I wish I could have
been brave right now. But I was soo confused. Just when I thought things couldn't get any
worse, 5 people that I thought I knew all to well walked into the room. There I sat,
strapped to a chair, along with my loved ones, and the people I cared about, staring
directly at Irina, Sloane, Sark, Francie, and yes-even Danny. It was then that I wondered
if I was ever going to make it through this. I also wondered how my life could have EVER
ended up this way.
"Have you contacted Dr. Simon?"
"He'll be here in a minute."
"Is she still asleep?"
"I don't know..we'll have to do more tests, until she wakes up."
What was that smell..it was a horrid, nasty, greasy smell of something that seemed
fimiliar-a hospital! I opened my eyes and saw that I was lying on a bed, and Michael was
sitting beside me reading a magazine. I looked up at him.
"She's awake!" Michael shouted. Then quiter he said, "Hey Syd...how are you feeling?"
"I-I'm okay."
Then I remembered. I remembered why I had fainted and I suddenly thought it was just a
dream I had had while I was in here.
A doctor came over and checked my vital stats.
"She's in perfect condition, we can release her."
I got up, and Michael and I walked out of the hostpital. We got into his car.
"Do you remember anything, Syd?" Michael asked me.
"I-I'm not sure..was it just a dream?"
"Did you see who I saw Syd, tell me, what did you see."
"Vaughn-it was no dream, I remember now..It was--it was-" I started to cry.
Vaughn put his arm around me, and drove with his other hand.
"What do we do?" I asked him.
"I'm taking you to my place. We can sort some things out, and then I'll take you
home and we'll talk to Francie. Just the three of us.
"Vaughn, this can't...it can't be happening. It's not possible. He died, I saw him, he
was in the tub. Danny is dead. He can't be alive."
"I said, we'll sort this out when we get home," Vaughn screamed.
I kept my mouth shut for the rest of the time. I didn't know what was happening. And I
hoped Michael and I could figure it out.
When we arrived at Michael's place, I felt horrible. I had a HORRIBLE pounding head
ache, and I couldn't contain myself any longer. I just burst out crying. Michael came over
next to me and took a deep breath. "Syd, please, crying isn't going to help anything. I'm
just as confused as you are." "Plus, maybe it wasn't even him, it could have been a
disguise."
"But, why was Fran with him? I don't get this."
"This is surreal, it's not-it's not-I need to focus."
"Vaughn, we NEED to talk to my dad, right away."
"Where is he?"
"I dunno, let's check CIA, he didn't have off."
So, once again, we drove to the CIA Headquarters, and neither of us said a word until we
got there. When we arrived, we both knew something was terribly wrong.
"Oh my gosh, Vaughn, someone-someone is here and they're infiltrating the
agency!"
"Syd, take this gun, the place is probably under servaillance, we'll need to be
careful."
"It's 9:00 at night, Vaughn, we can't see anything, I have a better idea." I grabbed
Michael's hand and led him toward the back entrance. Whoever was in here, forgot to
block off this door. I tried it, but it was locked. With no time to pick the lock, I grabbed
the fire extinguisher and sprayed the bolts on the door, and as quietly as we could,
we went in.
"Syd, I tried to contact Kendall through my beeper, and all I got was static."
WHACK. Vaughn was down.
That's when I saw him..Mr. Sark.
I kicked him and and we started to fight. But Sloane was right behind him.
He grabbed a gun, and shot me with a trank. For the second time that day, I saw
darkness...
When I woke up I was cuffed to a chair. My vision was fogges as I saw my mom. This
was all to familiar. Except for this time, I noticed Vaughn beside me, and on the other side
of him was my father. But that's not all the people that were in the room cuffed to chairs.
Marshall, Kendall, Weiss, and a couple other CIA agents were all there with looks of
shock on their faces. I looked over at my dad, who looked brave. I wish I could have
been brave right now. But I was soo confused. Just when I thought things couldn't get any
worse, 5 people that I thought I knew all to well walked into the room. There I sat,
strapped to a chair, along with my loved ones, and the people I cared about, staring
directly at Irina, Sloane, Sark, Francie, and yes-even Danny. It was then that I wondered
if I was ever going to make it through this. I also wondered how my life could have EVER
ended up this way.