"Make it stop now! She doesn't need to see this. What the hell is he trying to do?" Vaughn was pacing back and forth behind the one way glass.

"Mr. Vaughn the Doctor knows what he's doing." Kendall didn't look at Vaughn as he spoke.

"That may be true, but this isn't helping Sydney or us find out about the last eighteen months. It is totally unnecessary for her to have to go through this." Jack stepped in. Vaughn was so distraught, he wasn't entirely coherent, much less making any sense.

By the time Jack and Kendall were done arguing Sydney was being pulled from her hypnotic state. Vaughn had stood outside the room , watching in horror as Sydney relived her own death. The moment the doctor began to count down he rushed through the door and to Sydney's side. She had gone totally white and was trembling slightly as she opened her eyes.

She was relieved that Vaughn was the first thing she saw as she woke up. For a few moments she just stared at him, in some way trying to discern reality from memory.

"Sydney." he said hesitantly.

"Take me home." She could barely speak. Vaughn helped her to stand.

"She needs to rest. I think we'll wait a while for the next session. How about next week?"

"Fine." Vaughn said, beginning to walk toward the door. As Sydney took her first few steps her stomach did several flips, and she quickly let go of Vaughn and rushed to the trash can.

After vomiting several times she tried to stand again, but before she was fully upright she collapsed back into Vaughn's arms.

"Sydney, are you alright."

"Yeah, I'm just a little dizzy." She said trying again without avail to stand up on her own.

"Maybe she should stay here and let me check her out." The doctor said as he walked toward them.

"No, I'm just tired. I want to go home." She assured the doctor, though she wasn't sure she could make it home.

"Here." Vaughn said bending down and picking her up. Sydney wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder as Vaughn carried her to his car.

"There we go." He said softly as he set her down in the passenger seat, and buckled her seatbelt. He kissed her softly on the head before closing the door.

"Mr. Vaughn." Jack was walking toward the car. Vaughn stopped and waited. "Let me know when she's feeling better. I'd like to see her again."

"Sure." Vaughn said turning to get into the car.

"Oh, and Vaughn." He paused. "Thank you." Jack turned on his hell, and walked away briskly, leaving Vaughn standing and starring at him.

Vaughn wasn't exactly sure what Jack was thanking him for, but he got into his car and began to drive. Sydney dozed off slowly, into a fitful sleep. He knew what she was dreaming about. As hard as it was for him to think about, she was having to relive her own death. Was she seeing it over and over again in her mind, as he had when she'd died? Was she picturing her blood everywhere as he had so many times? Would she wake up crying and sweating, screaming in pain? He knew that all of these things would happen. He'd been through this before. But he had never expected to go through it again, especially not with her.

As he drove he replayed her hypnosis session in his head. 'I feel strange..The baby.' What was she talking about. 'Sydney are you pregnant?....Yes.' Had she really been pregnant? This thought hit him like a ton of bricks. He'd known nothing about a baby. When she'd died no one mentioned anything about her being pregnant.

Then it came to him. 'She didn't drink any champagne at the rehearsal dinner, no wine. No drinks at the reception either.' He thought.

He glanced over at Sydney. Could his wife really have been pregnant when she died. The thought had never occurred to him, why would it? 'Does Vaughn know?...No, I'll tell him later.' She'd kept it from him. He realized in a matter of seconds the true meaning of those words. She had been pregnant, she'd said there was something she needed to tell him, but that she'd wait until the honeymoon.

Suddenly Vaughn could barely breathe. He forced himself to focus on the road. 'Exit here, turn left, breathe now.' He told himself.

When they finally made it back to the apartment, Vaughn cut the engine and looked over at Sydney. She was still sleeping. He made himself open the door, and slowly get out of the car. He made his way around to the passenger side and opened the door. Quietly he unbuckled Sydney's seatbelt, and carefully lifted her out of the seat.

"Vaughn?" She said waking slightly.

"Yeah Syd, I'm here." He said using her feet to close the car door.

She didn't say anything else, but wrapped her arms around his neck. He carried her in through the door, and straight to his bedroom. Sydney was just conscious to notice that he didn't take her to their bedroom, but to the one he'd been using. He carefully set her down and pulled the covers up around her. "Michael." She started as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Yeah." He said gazing down at her.

"I'm sorry.I'm just so tired." She said closing her eyes.

"It's alright Sydney we can talk later." She nodded faintly at this, and then Vaughn stood to leave.

"I love you." She said without opening her eyes. Vaughn closed the door softly, but did not move from where he stood. For a moment he just stared at the closed door, and before he knew it he was sitting on the ground leaning back against it.

He could barely allow the thoughts to enter his mind, but they seemed to overflow like a flood.

'You didn't just let her die, you let your child die too.'

'She didn't want to tell you because she was afraid you'd get scared and run.'

'No, she didn't want to tell you because she knew you didn't want kids.'

The voices seemed to contradict themselves, and Vaughn had no idea where they were coming from. He'd heard them after Sydney had died as well. The voices of Guilt, Sorrow, Anger, Pain, and Shame. Each one seemed to have their own take on her death, and now they were back to give their opinions on his child.

'Maybe it wasn't yours, maybe it was someone else's.'

'Maybe she thought you didn't love her enough.'

'You let her die, you let the baby die, and now she hates you.'

Vaughn rubbed his eyes, and then his temples. None of these things were true, he knew that. But he couldn't help but think of all the different possibilities. Maybe his guilty feelings were right, maybe everything was all his fault. But surely Sydney knew how much he loved her, she knew that he would love their baby. She didn't hate them, she'd said it just now, she loved him.

But why did he feel so guilty, why was he still so angry and unsure? Why did he feel so ashamed when she looked at him? Why did she have to die? That was always the question. He could barely ever think of anything else. What had he done to piss off the gods? What had she done that was so terrible? Nothing, she was an angel. Why did she have to die?

He'd never actually found an answer to this question. In all the time he'd spent mourning her death; in all the tears, and pain, and time spent hating God, and the CIA, and himself; never had he come up with an answer. But sitting outside her door, crying over the loss of their unborn child; feeling the guilt, and pain, and anger, and shame over her death all over again; it came to him. Why did she have to die? It wasn't in God's plan, or she wouldn't have come back. Why did she have to die? Not why did she did? But Why did she HAVE to die? It wasn't God's plan, it was Slone's plan, it was Rambaldi's plan. They were the reason she had to die. Because in order for her to come back, she HAD to die first.