Not Wanting to Remember
Nathalia slammed the door shut and the whirling blades of the helicopter lifted the machine off the ground. She sat across from her sister and her father and took off her mask, her brown hair falling about her shoulders.
"They wanted to know the code, that's what this was all about," said Sydney loud enough to be heard over the helicopter blades.
"Did you give them the code?" Nathalia replied.
"I gave them the wrong coordinates, I didn't know what else to do."
Nathalia nodded and remained quiet back to Los Angeles. Later after the debrief, Nathalia returned with her father to his house.
"Dad do you have a copy of the code?"
"Yes, it's in my briefcase, why?"
"I wanted to take a look at it, that's all."
Jack took the copy out of his briefcase.
"Here," he said handing it to her.
Nathalia sat down in the big overstuffed chair and looked at it. After a few minutes, she frowned and grabbed the pad and pen sitting on the end table by the phone.
"12 Degrees 50' North 45 Degrees 2' East. 48 Degrees 42' North 44 Degrees 31' East."
"What?" said Jack.
"12 Degrees 50' North 45 Degrees 2' East. 48 Degrees 42' North 44 Degrees 31' East. That's what it says.
"Nathalia how do you know what that means?"
She looked up at him, confusion apparent in her face.
"I don't know."
"Nathalia you know something don't you?
"No I don't know anything I swear."
"Then how did you learn that code?"
"I don't know."
Jack sat down and put his head in his hands for a moment before looking up.
"Nathalia I want you to look at me."
He picks up the small chain that she had left behind that morning. He had been trained in the basics of hypnosis as part of his field training. She knew something and he had to find out what.
"Concentrate on the chain that I have in my hand, follow it. If your eyes get too heavy, go ahead and close them." He swings the chain back and forth. Seven minutes pass and her eyes begin to droop and then close.
"Just relax Nathalia," Jack says in a soothing voice. "Let everything go." After a few minutes, she starts to slump and he catches her before setting her back against the chair.
"Nathalia, can you hear me?"
"Yes."
"Where are you?"
"Home."
"Which home?"
"Here."
"What are you doing?"
"I'm getting into bed."
"What day is it?"
"October 12, 2004"
"What's happening now?"
"Two people are in the room with me dressed in black."
"What are they doing?"
"One picks me up and we go downstairs. They put me into a van and drive away."
"Are you awake?"
"I can hear them, but my eyes are too heavy. I can't see them. I'm scared."
"Don't be scared, nothing is going to happen to you. Where are you now?"
"In a warehouse, down by the docks, I can hear the water. They sit me in a chair and I open my eyes."
"What do you see?"
"Faces, lots of faces. One of the faces smiles at me. I know him, but I don't know where from."
"Are they saying anything to you?"
"They're asking me questions."
"What kind of questions?"
"About the CIA, COBRA-"
"Anything about Sydney?"
"They're asking me where she is, they show me the code."
"Can you decipher it?"
"Yes."
"Is it the same one?"
"No."
"What does it say?"
"10° 30' N 66° 56' W. 51° 28' N 3° 10' W"
"What countries are they?"
"Venezuela and Wales."
"Why?"
"They don't tell me."
She whimpers.
"Nathalia what's happening?"
"No, I won't! I refuse. You're lying! She's not--- get away from me! Get off of me! NO!!!"
Nathalia's eyes fly open, her eyes are wide with fear. Jack goes to her and puts his arms around her. She flinches.
"Nathalia what happened. What did they tell you?"
"I don't know."
"Yes you do, just tell me."
"No, I don't."
"Did you see Sydney?"
"I don't know what I saw."
"What did they say?"
"I don't remember."
"Yes you do."
"No I don't!" Nathalia exclaims.
"If you don't tell me, Sydney might never know."
"I don't want to remember!" she exclaimed again. "I don't want to remember!" she said getting up and grabbing her keys off of the end table."
"Where are you going?"
"Out."
"Nathalia wait!" says Jack calling after her as the door slams. He opens it and runs down the steps just in time to see her black BMW speed by.
"She doesn't want to remember."
Nathalia slammed the door shut and the whirling blades of the helicopter lifted the machine off the ground. She sat across from her sister and her father and took off her mask, her brown hair falling about her shoulders.
"They wanted to know the code, that's what this was all about," said Sydney loud enough to be heard over the helicopter blades.
"Did you give them the code?" Nathalia replied.
"I gave them the wrong coordinates, I didn't know what else to do."
Nathalia nodded and remained quiet back to Los Angeles. Later after the debrief, Nathalia returned with her father to his house.
"Dad do you have a copy of the code?"
"Yes, it's in my briefcase, why?"
"I wanted to take a look at it, that's all."
Jack took the copy out of his briefcase.
"Here," he said handing it to her.
Nathalia sat down in the big overstuffed chair and looked at it. After a few minutes, she frowned and grabbed the pad and pen sitting on the end table by the phone.
"12 Degrees 50' North 45 Degrees 2' East. 48 Degrees 42' North 44 Degrees 31' East."
"What?" said Jack.
"12 Degrees 50' North 45 Degrees 2' East. 48 Degrees 42' North 44 Degrees 31' East. That's what it says.
"Nathalia how do you know what that means?"
She looked up at him, confusion apparent in her face.
"I don't know."
"Nathalia you know something don't you?
"No I don't know anything I swear."
"Then how did you learn that code?"
"I don't know."
Jack sat down and put his head in his hands for a moment before looking up.
"Nathalia I want you to look at me."
He picks up the small chain that she had left behind that morning. He had been trained in the basics of hypnosis as part of his field training. She knew something and he had to find out what.
"Concentrate on the chain that I have in my hand, follow it. If your eyes get too heavy, go ahead and close them." He swings the chain back and forth. Seven minutes pass and her eyes begin to droop and then close.
"Just relax Nathalia," Jack says in a soothing voice. "Let everything go." After a few minutes, she starts to slump and he catches her before setting her back against the chair.
"Nathalia, can you hear me?"
"Yes."
"Where are you?"
"Home."
"Which home?"
"Here."
"What are you doing?"
"I'm getting into bed."
"What day is it?"
"October 12, 2004"
"What's happening now?"
"Two people are in the room with me dressed in black."
"What are they doing?"
"One picks me up and we go downstairs. They put me into a van and drive away."
"Are you awake?"
"I can hear them, but my eyes are too heavy. I can't see them. I'm scared."
"Don't be scared, nothing is going to happen to you. Where are you now?"
"In a warehouse, down by the docks, I can hear the water. They sit me in a chair and I open my eyes."
"What do you see?"
"Faces, lots of faces. One of the faces smiles at me. I know him, but I don't know where from."
"Are they saying anything to you?"
"They're asking me questions."
"What kind of questions?"
"About the CIA, COBRA-"
"Anything about Sydney?"
"They're asking me where she is, they show me the code."
"Can you decipher it?"
"Yes."
"Is it the same one?"
"No."
"What does it say?"
"10° 30' N 66° 56' W. 51° 28' N 3° 10' W"
"What countries are they?"
"Venezuela and Wales."
"Why?"
"They don't tell me."
She whimpers.
"Nathalia what's happening?"
"No, I won't! I refuse. You're lying! She's not--- get away from me! Get off of me! NO!!!"
Nathalia's eyes fly open, her eyes are wide with fear. Jack goes to her and puts his arms around her. She flinches.
"Nathalia what happened. What did they tell you?"
"I don't know."
"Yes you do, just tell me."
"No, I don't."
"Did you see Sydney?"
"I don't know what I saw."
"What did they say?"
"I don't remember."
"Yes you do."
"No I don't!" Nathalia exclaims.
"If you don't tell me, Sydney might never know."
"I don't want to remember!" she exclaimed again. "I don't want to remember!" she said getting up and grabbing her keys off of the end table."
"Where are you going?"
"Out."
"Nathalia wait!" says Jack calling after her as the door slams. He opens it and runs down the steps just in time to see her black BMW speed by.
"She doesn't want to remember."