Sark got out of the shower with an eerie feeling in the pit of his stomach. He could swear he heard Kaylee talking to someone, but now there were no noises coming out of the other room. Thinking the worst that she must have gotten herself kidnapped yet again, he threw a towel around his waist and rushed into the room.

"Are you okay?" he said as he saw her sitting on the bed staring off into space.

"I'm not sure," Kaylee started. She was about to explain to him what had happened while he was in the shower but was interrupted by his cell phone ringing.

"Let me get that. Don't move a muscle. I want to know exactly what happened as soon as I'm off the phone." Sark leaned over the bed to grab his phone off the night table. "Sark."

"There's been a development." Irina didn't even bother to identify herself.

"In what?" Sark asked as he went back into the bathroom. He wanted to respect Kaylee's privacy and keep the business talk separate from her life.

"In the prophecy. We have a problem. Kaylee's life is in danger. I need you to leave her in Newcastle, and get to Paris as soon as possible."

"We were both on our way there. Why change the plans now?"

"If Kaylee comes with you, she will die, Sark. Trust me. You need to leave her behind, and get here fast. Jack Bristow is trying to hunt her day by way of you. You're a much more public figure than she is. If you stay around her, he will find her. And he won't hesitate to kill her."

"That doesn't make sense," Sark said.

"You've seen how cold and calculating Jack can be. The CIA thinks if they kill the woman in the prophecy, none of Rambaldi's predictions will come true. She's his daughter, but he feels nothing towards her. He won't hesitate to kill her if she's found. Just tell her that you have business and have to leave."

"Irina, she's incredibly upset about something right now. She needs me to stay for at least a day or two."

"Get your ass on a plane now, Sark." Irina abruptly hung up.

"Shit," he muttered to the dead phone line. Hoping that this situation could be resolved as easily as possible, he went back into the other room. Kaylee was sitting in the same position that he left her.

"I have to leave Australia," he said bluntly.

"When are we leaving?" Kaylee said, trying hard to smile.

"Not we. I leave within hour. I can't take you with me. I'm sorry."

Kaylee realized he did look sorry. But that didn't mean it reduced the pain. "Andrew, I need you with me right now. Take me with you. I don't mind if it has something to do with my mother's business. Just don't leave me alone."

"I have to," Sark said wishing that he didn't have to hurt her so much. "I can't explain it. I just do."

Kaylee looked hard at him. "Do you know I'm going to die because of all this crap you're involved in?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Sark lied. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'll miss you. I love you, Kaylee."

He gave her a pitiful wave and walked out of the penthouse.

"He was lying to me," she said to the empty room. "My father was right. Both he and my mother are trying to control my life." She looked around the room of the home that she had shared the happiest times of her life in. "I can't think. I need to get out of here."

She wrote Sark a quick note which she was sure he would find on his return to Newcastle. She didn't know when that would be. All she knew was she didn't want to be here when he came back.

"The tear spots on the paper are a nice touch," Jack said from his spot in the doorway.

"You didn't leave?" she asked.

"No. I figured that something like this would happen. I just didn't know it would be that soon." Jack Bristow looked around at the place his youngest daughter had called home for the last three months. "Come to Los Angeles with me. You can stay with Sydney until you get your thoughts cleared."

"I couldn't," Kaylee answered automatically.

"You won't be a prisoner," Jack promised. "If you get your thoughts cleared and your decision is to return to your mother and Sark, then you'll be free to leave. We won't hold you to staying with us. You're not a wanted criminal."

"You really want me to come with you, don't you?"

"No matter what your mother has told you, if I had known you existed, I would have wanted to be part of your life. I screwed up a million and a half ways in my attempts to raise Sydney. I would have liked to have a second chance at it."

Kaylee reached over and crumpled the note she had written Sark. "I can't leave without telling him where I'm going."

"That's fine. Just make sure you reiterate the fact that you are going under your own will. We don't want any futile rescue attempts being made."

Kaylee smiled at her father and wrote Sark a quick note. She thought about it for moment and then quickly wrote that she would be in touch and that she was still wearing her ring and had no plans to take it off anytime in the future. "Even if he lied to me," she thought to herself, "I still love him. And that affords him a chance to explain at the very least."

"I'm ready," she said to her father. He walked with her out the door and down the hall. Suddenly, he stopped.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"I left my briefcase in your room. We can't let Sark know that I was in Newcastle," Jack said. "I'll grab it and be right back."

Kaylee was too tired to argue and watched him return to her penthouse. He emerged rather quickly with his briefcase in his hand.

"Right where I left it," he said. He placed his hand on the small of her back and led her to the elevator. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"It can't hurt," Kaylee said softly.

Jack smiled at his daughter and slid his hands into his pocket. In the right one was his CIA-issue gun. Just in case she decided to pull something stupid on him. In the other pocket was her note to Sark. He had grabbed it when he had returned to get his briefcase. It would be better for him if Sark had no idea where she was and if he believed she had abandoned him for the CIA.

"Can I call you Pops?" Kaylee asked with a forced smile.