After arriving to the Precrime Division central command center, Shae went straight into the faculty room, pouring herself a cup of coffee. Only four months ago had she started working at this place and already she was a high- class agent. She stopped all murders from occurring. except for one. A small sigh escaped her as she looked out at the city through a window, one hand holding the ring on her necklace in a loose grip.

"Cole, I'm home! Cole.? Come on, baby, this isn't funny. You promised me you wouldn't go anywhere. Enough of these hide and seek games-COLE!"

Snapping back to reality with a short gasp, Shae dropped the mug onto the ground and watched it shatter, coffee spilling onto the floor. She stumbled back for a moment, breathing heavily and clenching the ring even tighter in her right hand. A few other workers turned and looked at her, either concerned or puzzled of what just occurred. Tammy was standing nearby while talking with her co-agents when she heard the break of glass. Jogging over to Shae, Tammy placed a hand on her friend's shoulder, "Michillen, are you all right? What's the matter with you?"

"N-Nothing. I'm fine. Just lost my grip," the brunette lied, looking down at the broken glass.

Tammy frowned. "Yeah. Why don't you head upstairs? I'll get someone to clean that mess up for you."

Nodding, Shae quickly left the faculty room.

Later that evening, Shae stood in the dark area where murders were predicted, sitting in her own office chair while she was looking at one she had stopped earlier. Sipping a bit of her coffee and setting down the mug, she leaned forward as she watched it take place. Another stabbing... Her capture wasn't the one who had killed her fiancée. One hand clenched her ring on her necklace as she sighed in slight frustration. During this, Tammy had walked slowly up the stairs to the Precrime room, carrying what was left of a sandwich. She finally reached the top of the stairs and saw Shae sitting by herself. "Hey Shae, Everything going okay?"

The brown-haired woman nearly jumped in surprise, letting go of the ring and turning off the recording. "Yeah, I'm just fine."

Tammy smiled weakly at her, thinking better than to ask Shae about what she had been looking at. She walked up to the window overlooking the three Precogs and gazed sadly down at them. "You know, I always feel sorry for them... They have to see all these horrible murders over and over again... They can't have normal lives like most of us..."

"I've heard they've seen them all their life," Shae stood up and walked next to her, "You know, we're only using them. Sometimes, I feel guilty about working here but since he died..."

"I know what it's like to loose someone close to you," Tammy kept her gaze on the temple, thinking about her mother and father... how she had to watch both of them get shot.

"Perhaps losing someone is reason enough to catch the murderers... To prevent people from feeling the same as we do," Shae turned her back on the Precogs and clenched a fist.

Agent John Anderton came into the room, slipping those cool gloves on his hands as he did so. He looked at Shae and Tammy, smirking at his co- agents, "Making another late shift, you two?"

Tammy looked at John, a smile crossing her face, "Yeah, I thought that I'd spend a bit more time here, just incase you guys needed me."

"Or you're just putting in the overtime for extra money?" He laughed.

"Well, that too." Tammy answered.

"The economy has gone down lately... No wonder so many people are doing overtime," Shae added.

"You two do too much, you know that?" John looked at them with a slight grin.

Tammy chuckled, "Hey, if it's for a good cause, then I'm all for it."

An awkward silence fell between the three of them before they heard footsteps of another approaching them. They exchanged glances with each other before Shae went back to her own work that was lying upon her desk. Tammy turned away as well, looking down at the precogs again. Blinking at the two girls in bewilderment, John turned around and found himself face to face with someone he had expected that he would never see again.

Danny Witwer.

"You. It can't be you. You were shot!" John managed to choke out.

The black-haired man grinned at Chief Anderton, "Takes more than that to keep me down, John. I thought you'd know that by now."

"Maybe. But how? You got a bullet through the chest and head! You couldn't have survived it!" exclaimed the chief of Precrime.

Shae glanced over her shoulder in annoyance before raising an eyebrow at the young man in the black suit. Witwer and Michillen stared at each other for a short for a moment, almost glaring at one another. Danny motioned toward Tammy and Shae, looking back to John, "Who're they? My replacements?"

"They started here just a few weeks after your so-called death. After everything that happened, many of the workers quit," John replied.

Standing up, Shae walked in front of Danny, finding that he was only a few inches taller than herself, "You know, we have our own reasons for joining Precrime. No reason to think we came here just to outdo you, Witwer."

Danny narrowed his eyes, "Have we met?"

"My name is Agent Shae Michillen."

"A pleasure, I'm sure," Danny answered coldly, "Well, I'm back now. Stay out of my way, Michillen."

Shae rolled her eyes, "It'd be best to take your own advice."