It was familiar, this place. He knew it like he knew the back of his hand. The sun streamed in through the yellow curtains in kitchen, giving even the living room a homey glow. He was eight again. This was his home.

He entered it much as he had every other day. His mother sat at the table, stiff, unmoving.

"Mama," he said quietly. He dropped the ball in his hand, the one just minutes before that had been shuttling through the air like a rocket as Michael played with his young friends outside. She looked up with such a worn, such a haggard look that he knew, instinctively. Just like he had when he was eight. But there was something different about the features of the woman's face. It wasn't, as he had begun to expect, his mother. It was Lauren.

"You're not coming back, are you?"

Vaughn woke with a jolt, nearly knocking heads with Sydney.

"She's gone."

"What?" He wiped sleep from his eyes, not comprehending what she had said.

"Lindsley's not her bed. She's gone."

Vaughn moaned. "We've got to find her." He jumped out of bed and quickly yanked his shirt off, not noticing she was still in the room. Not caring.

"I'll go ask the front desk if they've seen her."

"Good idea. I'll get into the video surveillance. Someone had to have seen her." He began walking to the bathroom, knowing full well he couldn't just change into his pants in front of her.

"I can't believe..." he could hear Sydney trailing off as she neared the door that connected both of the rooms.

Click

Vaughn nearly tripped as he jumped out of the bathroom. "What was that?" he whispered.

Sydney just nodded at the door to her room.

Click

Someone was in there.

Vaughn grabbed his gun as Syd stealthily opened the door.

"Good morning sleepy heads." Lindsley was sprawled out on the bed, television remote in hand.

"Where have you been?" Vaughn nearly screamed as he set the safety on his gun.

"Oh, just now? I went down to the restaurant."

"The restaurant?"

"Yeah. Eating... You know you should try it sometime."

"You know, I have had just about enough of your attitude." He was quickly losing control.

"Well, Agent Vaughn, you're just going to have to deal with it if you want any more information." Lindsley shot back.

"I am... We are trying to help you here. Ok? You get that? We're on your side!"

"How does keeping me prisoner make you on my side, huh?"

"It's for your safety! We don't know who killed your parents. They might get you!"

"You might too! How am I supposed to know? Who am I supposed to trust?"

"If you'd just listen to us..."

"If I'd listened to you last night, we might all be dead!"

"ENOUGH!" Sydney finally stepped in. "That's enough. Vaughn is right." Lindsley's eyes narrowed. "And so are you Lindsley. But look, we have to work together here, alright? Bickering is not going to solve any of our problems." Silence. "We need to plan our next step, and quickly. We don't know how much time we have until the other side gets as much information as we have. Let's sit down and talk." Lindsley quietly trudged over to the table where Vaughn was now seated. "Ok. This is good. We're working together. Alright, what do we have?"

"This receipt. That's all." Vaughn pulled the piece of paper from his pocket.

"What does it mean Lindsley?"

The girl sat quiet for several moments. Sydney could tell he temper was still flaring but that she was making a conscience effort to calm down.

Finally, she spoke. "It means that we have to go to my school."

"What is the key?" Vaughn demanded.

"To be quite honest with you, Mike, I have no idea."

"Then how do you know we have to go to your school?"

"I just know."

"I just know isn't going to cut it." Vaughn bored into her eyes. "We need some concrete evidence here or..."

"Fine! Take it as woman's intuition. Take it as a hunch. I don't care! But you're going to have to trust me on this one."

Before Vaughn had a chance to open his mouth, Sydney cut in. "Ok. We'll go to you school. How fast can we get there?"

"From here, I'd say it's an hour drive."

"We need to get Dixon..."

"We don't have time, Vaughn." She paused. "He and I will grab a bite to eat and then we'll go. But you have to promise us that you won't move from this room."

"Why would I move? Saturday morning cartoons are on."