When Elizabeth woke up her head was pounding and there was darkness all around her. She tried to move her arms but found that they were tightly bound. She forced her body to relax as she tried to clear her sludge filled brain.

Then it was suddenly all too clear. She remembered finding Jason laying on the docks, bleeding. And she remembered being so afraid that Jason was going to die.

"Oh God." She breathed. "Jason." She started struggling against her bonds, the nylon biting into her wrists.

A low chuckle surrounded her. Rough and deep, coming from somewhere over her shoulder.

"Who are you? What do you want from me?" Elizabeth asked her captor, her voice cracking from the dryness in her throat.

Elizabeth heard footsteps approaching her. The footsteps stopped and she heard the sound of a chair being pulled along the floor.

"Who are you? And what do you want from me?" Elizabeth repeated her questions, her voice more calm than she felt. The blindfold that she had been wearing was roughly ripped away from her eyes. She blinked profusely at the sudden light, squinting to get her bearings.

"Hello Miss Webber." Elizabeth could barely make out the man sitting in front of her only a few feet away, his face masked completely in the shadows. The room she was being held in was lit by a single dim bulb in the corner.

"Who are you?" Elizabeth demanded, her terror giving way to anger. She was so tired of getting kidnapped.

"Someone who has a score to settle with Morgan. And you're going to help me." The man's voice was rough and low making it completely unrecognizable.

Elizabeth raised her chin defiantly. "What makes you think I would do that?"

She heard him sigh deeply. "Don't make me show you what happens when things don't go my way." His voice was deadly calm and devoid of emotion. "I hate it when things get messy."