4.

So here I am. Standing all my myself in an airport in Italy with a duffel bag and no idea where to go next. I still don't understand what he was doing- what he was trying to do. Why would he sign Trattoria di Nardi instead of Italy? Why wasn't there any more information?

I felt like screaming in frustration. But I contained myself (what else could I do?) and walked into a McDonalds that was a few feet away. Sitting in the corner, I flipped through the pictures again.

And for some reason, I felt like Vaughn was looking at me; I felt as if he was trying to tell me something but I wasn't sure what.

I closed my eyes, fear making me feel as if I were slipping in and out of consciousness. Vaughn. . . where are you?

I can't believe that SD-6 could have been gone. It's finally about to happen but somehow, I still feel as if I could end up alone. This wasn't supposed to happen. Vaughn was supposed to be here with me. I wipe a tear away from my eye and lean forward, resolving to figure out the meaning of the pictures.

Then I remember Horace. Him and his little twitches, his quirks, the way his mouth twitched when he handed over the photos. My mind wound over and over again and I saw it clearer everytime.

And then I knew that the son of a bitch had tricked me. Who knew whom he was working for? I stare at the pictures, willing his image to come alive and just tell me. And then I start to remember-

~Flashback~

"Hey Sydney, do you want to work out some sort of code?"

"What the hell are you talking about Vaughn? Code?"

"Just in case. I know that it sounds really stupid and cliché but if you were to get caught and there was some way we could communicate-"

"Vaughn, stop worrying about me so much. This one will be a piece of cake. I won't get caught."

"Maybe not this time. But what about in the future?"

I can't help but smile at his earnestness. I kiss him on the cheek. "I'll be fine."

He nods silently and I know that he still wants to.

"All right, tell me."

"This is going to sound dumb and childish I know. It's just that I want to have every precaution done. I don't want anything to happen to you. So if there is a visual then right means right and left means lie. If there is sound, crying means lie. If there is touch or any other sensory through the hands or feet, make sure that the pinky of your hands or feet stays out of contact with whatever you touch. Just- Just do it okay?"

I sigh and agree before walking out of the warehouse.

~End Flashback~

It didn't seem so stupid now.

That had been years ago. He couldn't have remembered could he? We had never used it. I didn't even recall it until now.

But now that I have, I want to hit myself. It's as clear as day. His hands formed a T and his eyes looked left. His hands formed an R and he looked left. Left left left left left left left left.

It was all a lie.

"Horace, I am going to kill you," I murmur before getting up. I don't know where Vaughn is yet but I do know where he isn't. He isn't in Italy. And he is definitely being tortured or given some sort of serum. He would never voluntarily give up personal information. Not Trattoria di Nardi. Never.

TBC~ Review (I know it's a little far-fetched.lemme know of any changes you want made) ~Jenn