"It happened in flashes, Imprints in my mind rather then a full out dream."Sydney was leaning on the pier overlooking the Pacific Ocean, her words coming out and not making complete sense. She was still in a state of shock, a state of panic.

She was of course speaking of the dream she'd had the night before. The one that took place in the missing two years of her life. The one where Vaughn had been involved with Julia Thorne. The one where Jack had been involved with Julia Thorne.
Sydney's head was spinning as she tried to answer the questions that threatened to overcome her complete control.

"Syd, I need complete sentences here, I have no idea of what you're talking about." His voice was gentle, still cautious and treading lightly because of the earlier conversation that they'd had about his own involvement with The Covenant. And tonight, instead of reaching over to comfort her the way he always used to, he kept his distance, leaning on the pier rail a good three feet away from her. Something akin to fear racked through him as she spoke, it seemed that Vaughn hadn't done his job as well as he'd thought. But it's hard to stop a subconscious. "Last night I had a dream. A code, a vault number on a piece of paper that Lauren had given me. But it wasn't me Vaughn it was Julia. And we were civil to each other, as if we were truly working on the same team." She was being careful not to give too much away. She wasn't about to give him that code, the number, not even if he asked. She'd slip him a fake one, anymore she didn't know who to trust and who to suspect, so she figured grouping everyone under the title of suspect was the safest way to go.She glanced over to find Vaughn staring at her, the look on his face implied he thought she was crazy. But she wasn't. The dream was as real and vivid as if she'd lived it. Which was what was making her crazy. What if she had lived it. She had evidence that she was Julia Thorne. Her alias was Julia Thorne. But where did Lauren, Vaughn and her Father come into the picture. Did she honestly have contact with them during those two years? And if she had, was she meant to remember it, or was this a fluke?

"Alright. Syd, is there a possibility that you could have been psychologically reconditioned? That this dream was planted in your subconscious?

He watched as she was frantically trying to put pieces of this "dream" together. He was sure they'd wiped out her entire memory, after all, that was what the doctor had said. And Sark and Lauren had been standing right there when the doctor had come out of the procedure, he'd confirmed it. God, if only she knew what he was doing, what the CIA was doing...that Rambaldi prophecy would be true. She would render the greatest power unto utter desolation. And Lord help whomever was in her path.

"No, I don't think so, why would someone go through all the trouble of reconditioning me and then wiping my memory as well? I just feel like I'm missing something. And it's obviously staring me in the face."

She turned away from the Ocean to look at Vaughn. He had this horrible look on his face. He never was well at hiding his thoughts, they were always shone through his deep green eyes. Even though it was night time, dark, the lights from the inlet's mini amusement park lit shadows across his face.

He was going to ask about the code next. She knew it. But just as he was about to say something, his words were bit back by the sound of a pager going off. As soon as he looked down to his hip, Sydney's pager sounded as well. She didn't even look down to see who it was. She knew. Her eyes stayed on him. And as his lifted to look at her, they shared a moment. That same kind moment they would share as they stared across the briefing table at each other. When she was a double for SD-6 and there was nothing they could do about their attraction because of Sloan. Now it was Lauren that held as their barrier. They both turned and walked back to their cars in silence, destination: The Rotunda.