**Chapter 5**

"Woah, sit down, what on earth are you talking about?" Dr. Masser asked her.

"No, you see, you don't understand, nobody understands." Syd got up and tried to leave

the room, but the handle on the door was locked.

"What you need to do, Ms. Bristow, is sit back down so that I can give you

your prescription."

"NO! Don't you see?"

"See what?"

"Sloane wants me to get a prescription, but it won't help me at all, I'm not hearing

voices in my head at all, this is what the Rambadli device does, it controls someone. I'm his

test subject, his guenia pig."



"Agent Bristow, now I know this is hard for you, but you need to take your medicine."

"Just give me the pills, I need to go and find Vaughn." and with that I ran to the

door, picked the lock, and ran out of the building. It was only until I was outside that I

wondered how I was going to get home. Vaughn had said that he was going to come pick

me up, but he probably wasn't coming until later. So I started running. There were a thousand

thoughts spinning around in my head. I had to tell someone what was happening. But nobody

would believe me, because everyone thought that I was nuts.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Vaughn's car. I ran up to him, as he pulled over.

"Syd...wha..what are you doing here?"

"Vaughn, ____"

"You, you should be with the doctor, why-why" Vaughn yelled.

"Michael. Listen to me, I'm not crazy, I know what's going on, but nobody believes

me because you all think that I'm losing my mind, but I'm not, listen to me."

Michael swallowed, and took a deep breath. I didn't think he was going to

say anything, so I went to get in the car, but, Vaughn stopped me, and grabbed my hand.

"I believe you, Syd. What do you want to tell me?"

I stared into his hazel eyes, until I could see myself in them staring back at me.

He touched my face. "I can help you out, Syd, just tell me what you think is going on."

"Vaughn, it's the Rambaldi device. I -I think that it's really powerful. It can control you, let

your mind think whatever the other person wants you to think. I don't know how--but, it's making me

see all of these images and people that aren't real." I stopped and he was quiet.

"How do you know this?" he finally asked.

"Becuase, when I was with the psychiatrist, she was asking me all these questions,

and I kept seeing all of these flashes. The last thing I saw was Sloane, and he was standing in

front of the machine. That's why I think It's called, The Telling. The person in control can tell

you what you're going to see. Somehow, with that machine, he's controlling me."

"Why would that help Sloane, making you see different things that aren't real?"

"I dunno, that's what we need to figure out."

"Okay, well, I think we should go research this. First, I'm going to contact Kendall,

and tell him that you're okay, and you're not crazy. But he'll think I'm crazy after I tell him

this theory."

"My dad'll help us, Vaughn. Together we can all get to Sloane, figure out this

stupid Prophecy that's destroying our lives, and then--then maybe we can go to Santa Barbara."

"You remember that?"

"Of course, did you think I'd forget?"

"Of course not"

The last thing I felt was his soft lips touching mine. Then, he whispered into my ear,

"Let's go do that research now."



How can one thing tear us apart

And drag us so far away

How can one thing ruin our destiny

And take away everything important to me

When will I wake up from this life

And destroy this prophecy