The gentle hum of the equipement was the only sound in the room as the doctor entered. Clipboard and pen in hand, he checked the monitor and took a few notes. He adjusted a few dials and went back to the clipboard. It had been almost forty eight hours since Trinity had been shot and now only a matter of time before she woke up. The doctor moved over by the window and pushed aside the curtains. The sun shone brightly, flooding every nook and cranny with light. A faint moan broke the steady rythmn of the machines.

"Well, well, well. Sleeping beauty awakes." turning away from the window, the doctor walked back over to the bed.

"Wh...where am I?" Trinity tried to sit up right away but became dizzy and rested her head back onto the pillow. She blinked a few times as everything around her began to come into focus.

"Don't worry, you're in good hands," he moved to the end of the bed, "My name is Dr. Henry Alby," all that Trinity could manage at that moment was a slight nod, her head was still spinning. Alby made a small note and continued, "Tell me, do you remember what happened?" he took a seat and placed the clipboard in his lap.

Trinity took a moment as she tried to recall the events, "I was cleaning my apartment, there was a knock at the door," an image of the a man breaking down the door flashed through her mind, "There was a man, he had a gun in his hand. He aimed it at me, I tried to get away..." she trailed off and took a deep breath. Her memory was still a little foggy from all the stress. Alby noted this.

"That's good," he gave her a reassuring smile, scribbled some more on the paper and stood up, "The man you saw shot you. The entry wound was here." Doctor Alby pointed to an x-ray hanging off to the side. Colte turned her head slightly to look. There was a dark spot just near where her heart was on the x-ray. When she saw this, something clicked in her mind.

"There was a voice..." she looked over at the doctor.

"Your answering machine. The paramedics found it on when they arrived on scene." he removed the IV from her arm as well as other various tubes. A few minutes passed where it was silent between the two. Looking around, Trinity noticed the early-19th century deco. This wasn't any ordinary hospital.

"Where exactly am I?" the doctor was just about to answer when Devon walked into the room.

"You are at the Knight Estate." he answered then turned to the doctor, "Thank you, Henry." Alby nodded and left the room.

By this time, Trinity had become more aware and was now able to sit up some, "And you are?" she gave him a skeptical look.

"Devon Miles." he settled into a chair next to the bed.

"Miles? I heard that name after...I was shot." Colte looked away in thought and then back up at the man sitting to her left.

"Yes. I left a message on your answering machine. I had been trying to contact you for a few days." he leaned back in the chair and folded his hands. "I'm the head of the Foundation for Law and Government, also known as FLAG."

Trinity was getting slightly confused now, "What exactly am I doing here?" the question that Devon had come to answer.

"My original intention was to share some rather...shocking information with you, but as you can see, those plans have changed." he indicated the x-ray. Devon continued before she could ask, "Your attempted murder revealed an entirely different opportunity for the Foundation."

"What kind of opportunity?" her curiousity had been unleashed and she sat forward, listening intently.

"The main goal of the Foundation is to bring those criminals to justice who are beyond the reach of the law. Over the past few years we have begun a search to find more field operatives, a job that has many requirements." he looked to her, searching her face for a reaction.

"I don't understand. What has any of this got to do with me? You said that you contacted me for a different reason." Devon nodded in recognition. It would be best if he told her about Michael first.

"Yes. Quite right." he shifted in the chair, "Before I reveal the true reason of my call, I must inform you of something else. Let me warn you now that it will be very unpleasant." Trinity took a deep breath to steady herself. A worse case scenerio flashed through her mind. She pictured him telling her that her parents were dead and she was all alone. There was no way that she was ready for the real news.

"Due to the extreme nature of the situation, the Foundation was forced to take dramatic steps in the process of saving your life. All records pertaining to Officer Trinity Colte of the Los Angeles Police Department have been closed." he stayed calm as he relayed the information, though the confusion on the women's face grew.

"Closed? How?"

"In all actuality, your death certificate has been signed." shock became apparent, "I am sorry that things had to end this way, but it was absolutely neccesary for your safety." Devon watched as what he said sunk in and processed in her mind. He was not prepared to see the look on her face next.

As Mr. Miles had informed her of her "death", Trinity felt the room about her begin to spin and closed her eyes. Just now, as she had opened them, Devon was brought back to earlier that morning to the conversation with Michael. A slight chill coursed down his spine as he seemingly looked into the same pair of eyes. After several moments of silence, Devon stood from his chair.

"The doctor has told me that you are strong enough to move around freely. Why not join me in my office and we can talk more about this over lunch?" Still emotionaly paralyzed, Trinity managed a slight nod and watched as the man left her room. A few beats later she came to her senses. Glancing around the room Trinity noticed a set of clothes on a nearby bench. She moved her legs around and let them dangle off the end of the bed. Gingerly, she stood and slowly moved over toward the clothing, thoughts racing through her mind.

There was a strange tone in the man's voice, like he was hiding something. Why was she really here and why did he tell her she was dead? These questions repeated over and over again until Trinity realized she was now looking at her reflection in the mirror. She fastened the last button as a quiet knock came at the door. Colte jumped out of subconscious fear not remembering where she was. She shook herself mentally and took a deep breath.

"Come in." she stayed facing the mirror, a reflection of the door off to the side. Bonnie opened the door.

"Devon wanted me to check on you to see if you were all right." Bonnie held the door ajar, not entirely entering the room.

"I'm fine. Please tell Mr. Miles I will meet him in his office shortly." Trinity became quiet, still withdrawn from her slight scare. With a mere gesture, Bonnie acknowledged and left. Now everything was silent save the Trinity's light breathing. One last look at herself, very much alive, gave her some confidence to make the journey from her room to the office.

Walking down the hallway she felt her legs become heavy with every step. Emotions and thoughts were flooding her midn. She had to stop. Standing there with not a soul around, Trinity told herself that there was a good reason for all of this and everything would eventually be explained. On this notion, she regained the power to walk the last few feet and enter Devon's office.