"Ahhh!"

Sydney woke up again, the same dream. Insecurities flooded back to her, and she remembered that she had finally decided to do it. The date was set; Friday, June 20th, 2003, Sydney Bristow would no longer exist, and a small island's population was all set to go up 1 person.

But was she ready to do it? To leave Vaughn, Will, and Jack, all those she loved, behind? Was she ready to leave?

At the same time, her life was getting more hectic. Francie knew, Sloane was sure to find out her cover soon, which was the last thing she could afford. And the CIA constantly expecting her to keep everything in check? She couldn't do it any longer. Yes, Sydney was sure this was the best thing to do.

***

"Marshall?"

Sydney tried to enter the makeshift room that Marshall called his office, and when she opened the door, she saw him listening to some music on his headphones.

Slowly, she walked over to him and tapped his shoulder. He turned quickly, his eyes wide open. He quickly, mumbling some apologies, took off his headphones and looked up at his long-time friend. "I thought you were Mr. Sloane, which would be bad because, well, you know, I'm not supposed to bring in my, uh, y'know."

"Right," Sydney said. While trying to keep a smile, she thought to herself, "I'm gonna miss him…"

"Something happened to my home computer, Marshall. A virus was run, and it deleted only specific things. It only deleted things with my name on it, not Francie's or just other files. How does that work?"

Marshall thought about it for a bit, and then said "Well, it probably just ran a find, you know… like clicking on the start menu and selecting find, and then typing in a key word, which in this case was most likely 'Sydney' or 'Bristow," or even 'Sydney Bristow.' But there's nothing I can do, if that's why you're here. I mean, it's deleted. It's strange, though, I've never heard of a virus like that…"

"Neither had I, which is why I came to you. And you said the files are irretrivable?"

"Yeah, because, I mean, the files were specifically targeted and then deleted, instead of just randomly, or even methodically, like taking a whole folder, or something. Since they were specifically targeted, they're just, poof, gone, you know?"

"I see. Well, thankfully, I didn't lose anything terribly important. All my SD-6 files were saved with one of my Aliases."

"That's good to hear, because, I mean, Sloane would be…" Marshall started, but Sydney cut him off.

"Thank you," and she started to walk out the door. Hanging out of the doorway, she turned back and hugged Marshall, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Congratulations, by the way." She said with a wink. Marshall looked down at his hand, and the light gleamed off his finger.

***

"Come on, Syd, we're gonna be late!"

"I'm having a little trouble with my dress, go without me Vaughn. I don't want you to miss the wedding."

Feeling rejected, Vaughn headed out the door of the apartment. He was looking forward to driving Sydney to Marshall's wedding, some girl named Carrie Bowman that he had met a sushi bar. And, while at the time he found it hard to believe that Marshall would either fall in love or have an active enough social life to go to a sushi bar, he had accepted the fact that Sydney wanted him there to spend time with her, so he was going.

In her room, Sydney heard the door close and the tires screech, so she went to her PC. She quickly sent a letter to Weiss' CIA Email address. The same email was sent to Dixon at SD-6. Both had the title "Reflections." In it, Sydney told both of them to thank all the people at their respective offices of work for being so nice to her for all this time. It also contained a secretly attatched file that would delete anything with the keywords "Sydney Bristow," "Kate Jones," or any of her other Aliases from both computer networks. Public records had been taken care of, and all forms of identification had been successfully burned. The desks she worked at were already dusted and wiped for fingerprints, making it impossible to copy them again. As a precaution, she had bought latex fingertips with new prints. Her passport's magnetic strip was altered, and the picture replaced. The name wasn't Sydney anymore, but Natasha Smalls. Her mud-brown eyes had been changed to a shade of hazel with modern contacts. The hair was blonde, and a luscious tan from many tanning booths now took over her skin tone. She didn't even recognize herself anymore. "Damn, I'm good."

Careful to use just opened leather gloves, she left an envelope on her counter. It was addressed simply as "Michael." She then walked to the train station. On the way over, her car mysteriously exploded. With a smile on her face, she put on heavy dark sunglasses and continued her walk to the station.

***

"Do you, Carrie Bowman, take Marshall Flinkman as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and…"

Vaughn all of the sudden lost focus in the wedding, and he began to wonder where Sydney was. Perhaps she was abducted. Perhaps something else had happened. No matter the case, she wasn't here and the wedding was almost over. All through the wedding, he had noticed Jack having trouble focusing like Vaughn was. As soon as the priest had finally shut up, and that was the way that Vaughn saw it, he rushed out the door and drove in his car to her house. The car wasn't there, but there was police tape everywhere. As an officer walked by, Michael asked her "What happened?"

"Car bomb and a possible homicide."

"I'm CIA and trained in these matters," Vaughn said, flashing his ID. The officer checked it and let him in. He noticed the envelope addressed to him, and opened it. A silver pen fell out of the envelope, with the words "I love you" engraved on it. There was also a letter, but he couldn't read it through his tears.

As he left the apartment, his face was thoroughly soaked. Jack saw him exit and ran up to him. "Agent Vaughn, what happened?"

"I found this," he said between sobs. "She's gone; I gave her my heart, she gave me a pen, and…" but from there, he broke down. He couldn't have expressed what he needed to anyway, not through his tears.

"She's gone?" Jack asked, beginning to shed a tear