"Don't wake her," Weiss cautioned Sydney as he laid Julia on the couch in her office. "She only fell asleep the last part of the ride."
"What's that on her arm?"
"It's called 'the Mark,'" Weiss replied. "I think it'll come off."
Sydney looked down at her beloved daughter, then back at Weiss. "Where are they keeping Mom and Vaughn?"
"A cell over at the Rotunda. You could probably go see them. Director Chase would probably let you in."
"I just want to ask him what the hell he was thinking, kidnapping her."
Weiss was quiet for a moment. Sydney looked at him, thoughtful. "You could come with me. You know, for moral support."
He smiled, if a bit sadly. "He was my best friend, you know."
"Yeah, I know." She thought for a moment. "I guess I've got to go."
And with that, she left, leaving Weiss alone with Julia. He watched the girl breathe for a few moments; then, confident she wasn't going anywhere, he left as well, softly closing the door.