When the doctor pulled back the sheet Michael stood back, his stomach rolled at the sight. The boy's face was pretty beaten up, it was swelled, bleeding and bruised. The rest of his body was covered, Michael was thankful since the sheet that was covering him was blood stained.

The doctor raised an eyebrow and Michael stepped closer, and tried his best to get a good enough look at the boy's face.

"Jesus..."

The doctor leaned against the counter, and took a sip from his own coffee.

"Not as bad as the others, at least this one still has his head."

That reminded Michael, miles from here, for the last few months or so, three bodies were found in near by ditched on the side of the roads, two women, and one guy...the women were raped and then stabbed to death, the guy had his head cut clean off.

This was starting to worry the camp, in fact just last week they had a meeting over the topic of moving it further away from the gangs that were still around.

How could he tell?

The boy looked about Terry's size, same hair color.

Then it hit him, Terry had a tattoo.

He remembered back at Crossroads, Monica was showing off her heart tattoo on her right ankle, then Terry showed everyone his, which was a Chinese symbol of peace, on the upper right part of his back.

He remembered Terry telling the story that he got the tattoo, less then a year ago as a birthday gift to himself, and how angry his parents were when he showed them.

"Help me lift him up."

"What?"

"I need to check something."

Without another word, the doctor walked over and slowly rolled the body to the side, Michael had to be quick about this, at first he hands shook since the back of the guy's shirt was blood stained and cut up something awful...but he lowered the collar of his shirt a little and saw it.

It was Terry.

Right away something hit him, he saw Terry as the nervous young security guard at the mall, he saw him standing on the roof top with Nicole. He saw him sitting on the boat with the others, watching him go.

And now, five long years later, here he was dead, torn apart on this very table.

The chances of this happening, were so out there, it still took a few minuets for it to settle in his mind.

Did Terry know he was still alive, of all places why would he travel here?

Michael felt tears back behind his eyes, but he wouldn't show them in front of the doctor, who was now covering up the body and saying something about burying the body at dawn.

Terry was dead...it wasn't fair.

Michael stood there, still trying to take it in, when something hit him, with the force of a bullet, the same force that he thought had killed him five years ago while Terry watched.

What was Terry doing here, why wasn't he on an island, where where the others?

Michael put his hand over his mouth and his eyes bugged out, his heart skipped a beat and he drew in a harsh breath.

Where was Ana?

He then spun around, he needed to talk to the boy.

He couldn't think straight, he shook all over, then before he past the doctor, he heard him say somehting about how awful this was, yet another John Doe...and Michael muttered.

"His name was Terry."

"What?"

But before the doctor could ask again, Michael was all ready out the door.