Reyes opened her eyes slowly, normally light would hurt her eyes but as far as she could see, there were no light entering the room. Pretty odd for a hospital she thought as she sat up. She knew something was wrong as soon as the bed felt cold to her touch.

She opened her eyes fully and looked around, finally taking in her surroundings. Reyes was certain of two things, she wasn't sleeping on a bed but a blanket on the floor and she was no longer in the hospital. Instead, it was dark room, almost dungeon-like Reyes decided climbing to her feet.

Cautiously, she walked barefoot across the room to where the one source of light, a window was partcially boarded up. She looked down at herself as she did, still dressed in the hospital gown. She peered through the gap, she didn't really reconise what she saw. A street and she thought she heard a car.

"Where am I?" Reyes asked in a quiet tone, the question wouldn't be answered, but she still had to ask it. How had she gotten here? Had she been taken? Didn't someone stay with her throughout the night? She rubbed her arms as the air got chiller even though the sun was shining outside and a cold shiver ran throughout her whole body.

She had to find a way out of here, she scanned the room for some sort of entrance. Over in the far corner of the room, she quickened her pace and ran her hands along it. No handle, she presumed it was on the other side so she couldn't get out. So she had been taken. Reyes starting pounding on the door, "Hello," she shouted. "Somebody out there?" She turned round to look around the room, there was only one entrance.

She went back over to the blanket, where a number of bottles of water lay. Along with something that looked like food rations the army used, she knelt down and inspected them. Opening the bottle, she took a long drink of the water, realising how thirsty she was.

Reyes sat down on the blanket and wrapped the excess around her body to keep warm. Feeling like an animal trapped in a cage.

Scully put her notepad away, fully satisfied with how the meeting had went. She tucked the notepad away in her jacket and stood up, "Thank you for your time, Mrs Halliwell," she lowered her eyes then met Margaret's, "Once again I am truly sorry for your loss."

"Don't feel sorry for me, Agent Scully," the elderly woman said sincerely, "It's going to effect him," she gestured to her grandson, "The worse. Losing his mommy, growing up without knowing what kind of woman she was. How much she loved him," her eyes glazed over as she watched him for a moment.

Scully felt deeply for her, and yet, she could relate. Greatly. She realised that this was how William was to live his life, not knowing his real mother and not because she had died, but because she had given up. Silently, she watched Matthew and prayed that he would be loved just as equally by his relatives. She looked back to Margaret, "I can't imagine," she finally replied in a quiet tone. "I have to go now." Margaret escorted her to the door and told her to take care of herself. "You too, Mrs Halliwell." Scully took one last look at Margaret, and one last look at Matthew, then stepped out onto the porch.

Taking a deep breath as she did so, as if she had been deprived of air whilst in the house. Memories flooding back, images running through her head. She needed to get it all off her chest but she didn't know anyone she could talk to, who could relate. Anyone who had been through this sort of thing before.

Scully steadied herself on the handrail and a tear escaped, trailing down her cheek and then falling, as Scully watched it, it seemed to take an eternity to crash to the floor. She walked to the car, slammed the door and all of a sudden, her emotions took over and Scully rested her head on the steering wheel. Crying silently. Crying alone.

Reyes looked up from her position as she heard a sound. Was someone coming towards the door? Reyes knew there was no way she could escape whoever it was, she was still far too weak from her encounter. Instead, she wrapped the blanket tightly around her body.

The light blinded her as the door opened for the first time, she had to put a hand up to shield her eyes until it was closed again. She could hear low silent breathing, she removed her hand and slowly her eyes adjusted to the dark. "Who are you?"

"I am the air you breathe, the water you drink," he knelt down a couple of inches away from her, "The ground you feel, and the fire in your heart." He reached out to touch her face. Cryptic much Reyes thought as she listened to his words.

"That still doesn't answer my question."

"There is no need to be afraid," Vicar said, feeling the fear coming off the FBI woman in waves. "You will not come to any more harm, the incident in which you were injured, it was a mistake, I see that now." Reyes shook her head slowly, trying to figure it out until he said something about her attack. "Th..th..that was you?" she asked, crossing her legs and leaning forward, trying to see his face. She was pushed softly back by invisible hands, she was taken by surprise.

"That's close enough," Vicar said, also choosing to sit cross-legged. "It was a truly terrible mistake, if I had known, I would not have chose to do it," he reached out to a bottle of water. Reyes felt the ground tremble slightly underneath her and watched as the bottle toppled and rolled over to him. Only when it was in his hands, the trembling stopped. "You're an elementalist," it was partly a question, and partly a realisation.

"We like to think of ourselves as much more than that," Vicar said proudly, "We are gifted Monica, given these powers for a reason. To help."

"Killing people doesn't qualify as help."

"You misjudge us," Vicar said standing up and walking over to the boarded up window, the sun still shining brightly, something that brought him comfort. "You are after the wrong people, you are after a brother of ours, who doesn't comform to our way of thinking. A black sheep who has left the flock," he looked down sadly. "For a year I have tried to stop him, until he murdered that poor young woman."

"He must be stopped," Reyes said certain of her words. "He can't do this."

"No, he can't." Vicar said walking back over to Reyes, "He is dangerous, his powers are more complex." Vicar put a hand over hers, "He must be put to justice."

Doggett sat in the room, waiting for Jonathan Taylor to show up. Wearing his ID that they had handed to him, what was it the woman had said. So people don't think you belong here. He hadn't been so sure of that comment, after the things he had seen over the last 48 hours.

What am I even hoping to find he asked himself silently as he waited for the nurse to bring him in, Monica's missing, a woman is dead and the killer still at large. And oh by the way, they all may be linked. Doggett fought to shake the thoughts, thinking the worse got no one, anywhere. He took another sip of coffee and looked up to the door as it opened.

"Mr Taylor," he said as he got up. "John Doggett, I'm..."

"With the FBI, I know." Taylor said shaking his hand and sitting down, "I know the type, used to be one myself. Is this about Vicar?"

Doggett tried to hide his surprise, but couldn't manage it. "As a matter of fact. Yeah, it is."

"I thought so," Jonathan Taylor said, tiredness in his voice. "No one would want to visit me, what with being in the nuthouse and all but I'm not crazy."

"I don't doubt that," Doggett said.

"Please don't be sarcastic with me, Agent Doggett." Taylor had a look of anger, "I'm being serious, I am not as crazy as they make me out to be," he watched Doggett. "I can see you're an intellegent man, if you want information on Matthew Vicar. I need you to be straight with me."

Doggett listened to Taylor's words, and saw the look in his eyes. Something registered in him, perhaps he was right. It was a possibility. "I will try," he finally said honestly. Taylor looked him up and down, also trying to see if the truth was being told. "That's good enough for me, please tell me. What has happened?"

"A young woman was found dead two days ago," Doggett said, trying to reveal as much information he could without going into much detail. Confidental files had to remain just that. "She had mud in her lungs and sea water but she was found in her bathtub. In an apartment nowhere near the sea."

"How do you think that happened?"

"An elementalist," Doggett replied. "At least, that's what a fellow agent thinks," he had to smile a little at the last bit.

"From the sounds of the MO it sounds it," Taylor said in full agreement. "But it wasn't Vicar."

"How can you be so sure?"

"As you know," Taylor said shifting in his seat. "I followed Vicar for a long time, for his crimes. Used his powers in robberies but never murdered anyone." He watched Doggett, a slightly sceptical look he had on his features, he shook his head slightly and carried on, "Vicar has the power to control the Earth and Air. There is no way he could have done that to that woman."

"Are you saying it's another elementalist."

"That's exactly what I am saying." Taylor looked at the window, his doctor standing there watching him. "I was on the case for years, you learn these sorts of things but the person you are looking for will be a new generation."

"A younger member?"

"A younger member," Taylor repeated.