Disclaimer: I still don't own any of the characters appearing in Tomb Raider games or movies. The plot still is mine.

Sorry about this chapter but it as written when I was really tired. Please forgive me.

Ruzyne

There was something about the mysterious woman that kept bothering Kurtis while he was sitting in the taxi. He and the driver hadn't exchanged a word after Kurtis had told where he wanted to go and that was the nearest airport.

This was the first time Kurtis visited Prague and had no idea where to find the nearest airport. Hell…he hadn't even been sure there was one here. Apparently there was or so Kurtis thought he heard but the taxi driver didn't speak very good English.  He thought the airport was named Ruzyne.

The image of the mysterious woman hadn't left him alone because there had been something in her that wasn't human. He could feel it in her presence and see it glinting in her eyes and what really had surprised him was that when he looked his own image in a mirror he could see some of that light in his own eyes. It wasn't as bright but still it was there and it was as real as the taxi he sat in. She didn't really live in the house, maybe never had and that was something Kurtis found confusing. The house belonged to the elderly man who had arrived as he had left. Had he really been inside the house? If he hadn't then where had he been?

Kurtis had always believed in things that weren't visible for a human eye or couldn't be heard by human ears and from time to time he thought he had heard something. Perhaps just a whisper but the voices were not human and they seemed distant like someone was calling out to him through a thin wall. At first he thought he had just imagined it all but as he grew older the voices grew clearer and sometimes…just sometimes it felt like they were calling out to him like a long lost relative…like they wanted him to join them. At times he thought he was schizophrenic but the harder he thought about it the clearer it came to him. If he had had a sickness of the mind the voices would've been inside his head. He although heard them all around like they were present but he wasn't able to see them.

Where had he been to those three hours and a little over while he was inside the house? He closed his eyes as another thought pierced his mind. What if he hadn't been in the house at all? He could barely remember the eerie feeling he had inside the building like he would've left the world he called home and entered another one.

The taxi pulled over in front of a large building and it took a moment before Kurtis even noticed they had reached their destination. He drifted away from his thoughts as soon as the driver opened the door on the passenger's side and said something he didn't understand. Only thing the driver got from Kurtis was an astonished look as the passenger got out of the taxi. As soon as he had closed the door the taxi speeded away like there had been a fire burning the very wheels of the car. Kurtis stood there for a while and let his eyes look after the vanishing lights of the taxi. He could've almost sworn that the driver had seen something more in him than himself. He shrugged his shoulders and walked inside the airport.

It was luckily still dark when he entered the building so there were less people inside. He had hoped no one would see him and it seemed that his wish was going to come true. The people who were in the building were sleeping on benches or on the floor. Shivers traveled down his spine as he recalled one long night he had spent in the airport of Stansted. He had never thought that floor could be that cold.

Almost at the very moment he entered the building when he heard a voice announcing something. He missed the first announcement because of a rattling voice but heard it when it was repeated.

"Mr. Trent, Mr. Trent you're been expected at the information desk"

It took a moment before Kurtis realized what the voice had said. Surely it wasn't one of the voices he had heard whispering. This voice was loud and clear although little rattling as if someone had used a megaphone. He heard it for a third time. They wanted him to the information desk but it didn't make any sense. He had never been here before and had just walked through the doors. No one here could possibly know his name. No one. He had seen no familiar faces on his way here and t his knowledge he wasn't that wanted man. To his knowledge he wasn't wanted at all.

Slowly he began his way towards the information desk or at least to the direction where the signs pointed to. No what could this be about? It didn't take long until he found the information desk and just stood there for a moment on his still slightly wobbling feet. He tried to find someone behind this strange event with his careful gazes but no one seemed to look very suspicious. No one was hiding behind a newspaper and there was no one who stared in some other direction only to glance Kurtis' acts every once in a while. He breathed in and out slowly for a while and then stepped forward. He really had a bad feeling about this.

"Excuse me", he said silently looking at the desk and not the person behind it.

"Yes?" Kurtis raised his eyes to meet the person's who stood in front of him. He was a young man with brilliant black hair and his eyes…each of them bore different color. One was grey and the other one green.

"Well…my name is Mr. Trent and I was asked to come here for some reason" Kurtis said still finding it rather difficult to believe that this wasn't a con of some sort. There was probably just some misconception here. The place was large so it was highly possible that there was someone else who had Trent as a last name.

"Mr. Kurtis Trent?" the man with different colored eyes asked without looking at Kurtis like he would've known the answer without asking.

"That is my name", Kurtis said not trying to hide his surprised tone anymore. What could they possibly want from him?

"We have your wallet here"

If the man had looked up he would've seen the astonished look spreading over Kurtis' face. There was no way this could be real. How could his wallet be in a place he had never been before? Of course there was the slight chance that there was another Kurtis Trent here was minimal.

"You have any identification with you?"

Kurtis sighed. How could he possibly have identification with him if they had his wallet? What did the man think? He didn't carry extra id in case of something like this happening.

"My driving license is in the wallet. That should be sufficient enough", Kurtis said in a voice that sounded much more calm than he was feeling right now. The situation was really getting on his nerves. What should he do next? Fill out a form of some kind?

"Would you be kind enough to fill out this form?" the black-haired asked in a gentle voice holding a piece of paper in his hand. Kurtis grabbed it and filled it while the other man was looking at his driving license. Kurtis gave the form back to the man who checked that he had written all the information correctly and in the right spots. When he had finished the procedure he gave Kurtis' wallet back to him.

Kurtis grabbed it quickly from the man's hand like every second the stranger touched the wallet would've done it harm. He gave one last look to the man and walked away swearing to himself silently. Identification. Perhaps it was quite useful while retrieving a lost item but when it came to retrieving one's wallet where most people kept their id the whole fill the form –thing seemed outrageous.

When he was far enough from the information desk he decided to take a look inside his wallet. During his years Kurtis had lost his ability to trust other human beings. They all would just end up leaving him. His mother did…his father did…and deep down he believed that Lara did too. Not intentionally but did anyway. Being able to trust wasn't everything he had lost. He had lost the two people that had loved him. He was sure his mother had although she left him. He didn't remember what she looked like but he remembered feelings her presence. It was something warm and pleasant, calm and gentle. Serenity. About his father he wasn't so sure. They never developed same kind of a relationship that every other small boy he knew seemed to have. No…their relationship wasn't like that. There was love in it but there were no words to describe the feeling. In his father's presence he had always felt like a painting of Picasso in baroque art gallery. What about Lara then? He wasn't sure about her. He'd seen something flickering in her eyes when they met his but it could've been anything.

He took a closer look to his wallet. It was the very same he had before he was taken to the hospital. Slowly he opened it. Everything seemed to be in place. Every card was there and not a coin had been stolen. Then his eyes met something that wasn't supposed to be there. Only one black-and-white corner of it showing behind his bank card but he knew what it was. A picture. Carefully he removed it from its hiding place. The colors of the picture seemed to have faded and the whole picture looked like it had been taken in mist that made it harder to make out the outlines of the wedded couple sitting in the photo. Who were the man and the woman in the picture? He looked closer and it didn't take long until it dawned to him. It was his father's face that looked back to him from the photo. Kurtis started to watch the woman in the picture. There was something awfully familiar in her smile and her eyes twinkled so brightly that he could see the colors in the black-and-white picture. His father had only been married once. He had had lady friends after his mother had left but nothing had seemed the same anymore. At least the feelings changed. The woman in a white, shining dress had her brown hair, Kurtis was perfectly sure they had been brown, curled. Her mystical smile had the power to warm up even the coldest heart. It was his mother smiling back at him from the picture.

He walked slowly to the counter selling tickets, breathed in and out.

"Pardon me miss but when does the next plane to London leave"

The small elderly woman with glasses turned to her computer. She was slow. Probably not very used to computers or then just taking her time. Kurtis could almost feel his blood pressure rise and his heart beat fasten. Why oh why they had to hire these people who used a computer the same way that really annoying people drove cars – under speed limit? He clenched his fists and was just about to hit the table when the woman spoke again.

"I'm terribly sorry sir but there's no places left on the next plane. The one after it has enough room"

Kurtis wondered how a human being could grow as numb as the people working in information departments or selling something and what was more amazing was that they could do it smiling. They said always something they didn't mean, like how sorry they were when they actually weren't. The sales people were worst. They were also deaf – at least they didn't hear the little word no. He sighed and was about to ask when the next plane took off but was interrupted as the phone rang. The woman answered it and after listening for a minute she almost dropped it. All the color seemed to be leaving her face as she turned to look at the young man standing in front of her.

"The-here seems to be o-one place…left on the n-ext flight", she said in a shaky voice. Kurtis didn't even want to know what had happened but what the woman had heard seemed to scare the living hell out of her. Silently he just nodded as a mark that he would take it. He knew that something had happened to the previous owner of the seat on this particular flight and most people would've intentionally missed it. Well…he wasn't most people. He paid for the ticket and a shocked impression took over his face as he realized that he had only about fifteen minutes to get to the plane.