Fox and Teresa led a tied up Alistair outside.

"Is the coast clear?" Teresa asked.

"I think so," Fox said looking around. "Wait a minute..."

They looked over. Luis and Sheridan were sitting there. Luis saw them.

"What's going on?" he asked running over.

"Luis!" Teresa said surprised. She tried to hide the gun she was carrying.

"What are you guys doing?"

She sighed. "We're getting my son back Luis."

He looked at her. Then he looked at Fox.

"What is she talking about?"

"Look, it's a long story," Fox said. "Here's the summary. Little Ethan is alive. We're kidnapping Alistair here so he will take us to him."

"Little Ethan is alive?" Sheridan asked shocked. "How can that be?" She looked at Alistair, his hands tied behind his back. "I should have known," she said. She walked up and slapped him, hard across the face, an instant red mark appearing.

"Let us go with you." Luis said. Fox and Teresa looked at each other.

"It could be dangerous," Teresa said. "I think Fox and I better do this alone."

"Unacceptable," Luis said. "We're going." He grabbed Sheridan's hand. "It's going to take all of us to keep an eye on him."

Alistair scoffed. "This is ridiculous. Someone better untie me."

They ignored him.

"You guys really want to go with us?" Fox asked.

"Of course we do!" Sheridan said. "We want to get little Ethan back...plus we get to torture my father along the way. It could be fun."

Teresa laughed. "Alright, you guys can come. But we need to head out...if we leave now and keep driving, we should make it there soon."

"Where are we going?" Luis asked.

"Good question," she said. "Alistair?"

He didn't say anything. Teresa raised the gun back up and aimed.

"Don't be silent now Alistair...tell us where we're going."

He stared at her angrily. "North Carolina," he said quietly.

She smiled. "That was easy."

Fox and Luis walked behind Alistair, shoving him to the car. They put him in the backseat.

"We'll sit by him and make sure he doesn't do anything," the men said. Teresa gave Fox the gun.

"I'll drive," she said hopping in the car. Once they were all seated, Teresa started the car and began driving. "I cant believe my son is alive," she said. She looked in the rearview mirror at Alistair, his eyes staring at hers. "You're mine Alistair," she said smiling. "You messed with the wrong girl."

He laughed. "Oh Teresa," he said. "Don't count your chickens just yet."

"And what does that mean?"

He smiled. "I always have a few tricks up my sleeve."