Since that day……..everything had changed. Jamieson no longer spoke to her. In fact, Jamieson no longer talked to anyone. She had become distant to everyone. Not even Bobby could coax her to talk.

Mona had been told the entire truth that day by Bobby. He had told her the why, the who, and the how.

But it was still a lot to take in.

Since the day she had held Jarod's dead body in her arms…………she didn't think anything worse could have happened to her. Nothing could have been worse than that moment.

Even now after she had discovered all of the truths that she sought, it was not as shattering as that moment. She didn't think there was anything more traumatizing then that moment.

Since Jamieson wasn't talking to her, Mona had become closer with her other children. She needed the connection and attention from them. It made her feel less of a horrible mother.

Her mother had reassured her that she was a good mother. She had told Mona that she had watched her with the babies and the other's, and found herself shocked at how natural she had seemed with them.

And Mona would play with her children and laugh as they played a silly game or as she tickled one of them………and then she would look up and see Jamieson in the distance up in a tree……with her back to everyone. And her smile would fade.

It had been a month since that day. A month without Jamieson talking at all. For some reason it hurt Mona more than Jamieson fighting with her. Since the short time she had come to know her daughter……she knew that it wasn't in her character to act the way she was acting. Something had to be really wrong for her to act this way…so detached.

Sydney had told her that she needed time. That Jarod would do similar things when he was her age. To not worry.

Her father had more or less said the same thing, except that Jamieson was not like other children. That her time at the Centre, had in many ways, caused her to mature much faster then all of the others. She was in essence a 16 year old child……..with the mentality of a 45 year old woman. To keep this in mind as Jamieson shut herself out.

It had been difficult. But Mona had kept her distance. She somehow felt that Jamieson needed her space and time to work things out.

She had grown close to her mother and father, as well as the rest of the family.

Her father was teaching her to speak French, as well as telling her stories about his and Sydney's adventures when they were growing up. As well as the horrors of being held in a concentration camp, and experimented on. She had never realized how close Sydney had related to Jarod. But now completely understood why Sydney had acted the way that he had towards Jarod's escape.

It had changed her aspect on her uncle completely. Not that he should have known better and helped Jarod escape when he was young, but that he understood how Jarod's situation could have been worse……and did everything in his power to protect him.

Her mother was teaching her about her inner sense. Helping her to hone in on the voices, know which one's to trust, and explaining that she herself…..did not know why they heard the voices.

She and her mother had swiftly formed a very intimate relationship. She told her mother all her thoughts and fears. Her mother in turn comforted her, and told Mona why she had done all that she had. Why she had faked her own death….why she had risked the loss of her daughter? Her mother's response was simple.

"Because all else……had failed." Catherine had said.

Mona was told everything that she had tried to rescue her and the other children. Mona realized that her mother had just that card left to play. She had done so, hoping to guarantee her freedom….as well as Jarod's and the others. Mona understood and had accepted it.

Ace and the others had made it their jobs to involve her in any of their plans. She was either playing with them or helping them with one of their ideas or adventures. She had never been as happy. In each one of them she saw herself and Jarod. She saw the perfect blend of themselves in her children. They had some of her annoying habits like her stubbornness and Jarod's annoying habit to fixate on a new discovery.

She wouldn't have had it any other way.

Barry and Dar sat playing cards next to her on the steps as they would ever so often look up to check on Jamieson. They had been worried sick about their sister. The three of them shared thoughts as well as feelings. Dar had confessed this to Mona, and Barry had confided to Mona that Dar was scarred……..because they couldn't hear Jamieson's thoughts anymore.

She was sitting down with the little one's as she breast fed Gretta, and watched as the other's played. Her children tried to impress her and yelled 'mommy watch this' as they would kick a ball or do a flip. This was her small piece of heaven.

She had just finished feeding Gretta and placed her down with her brothers, when from the corner of her eye…..she saw Jamieson get down from the tree.

Bobby who was sitting on the porch with the other adults, got up and walked down the steps to go to her. But Mona knew something was different from all the other times that Jamieson had ignored all of them, and gone to her room. She extended her arm out to smack against Bobby's chest and stopped him from moving towards Jamieson.

All of the kids had stopped playing, and Dar and Barry had stood up. Jamieson was walking right towards Mona.

Jamieson's eyes rolled over all of the children as well as all of the adults. A small smile tugged on her lips. It reminded Mona so much of herself.

Slowly Jamieson reached Mona even as her eyes met that of Bobby's. She gave him a full out smile. Bobby smiled back, even as Mona herself smiled at the look on her daughter's face.

Slowly Jamieson turned her gaze to her mother and slowly her smile faded into a smirk.

"Our times up!" Jamieson said softly.

Mona shook her head not understanding. Her eyes looked off into the forest, fearing that the Centre had found them.

Dar walked over to Jamieson.

"Amanda…..are you ok?" Dar asked as Barry also walked up and placed his arm around his sister.

Mona's eyes had stayed locked to her daughters and Amanda watched as her mother's eyes lit up with recognition.

It was like they everything had slowed down. She kept staring into her daughters eyes as everything around them slowly faded away. She watched as her daughters eyes slowly turned duller……older. Her hair was longer, her face fuller, but it was her.

Slowly she realized that they were alone…………in the cemetery.

Mona's mind reeled. She remembered.

Mona looked around as everything came back to her.

Amanda had a sad expression on her face.

"Take your time. I know its all hard to take in." She said.

Ms. Parker looked around her with an open mouth and eyes watering.

When she turned around and saw the tombstone of Thomas, she kneeled down and touched the stone to confirm that it was indeed there.

"I'm sorry I had to do this. I'm sorry I had to put you through all that." Amanda said as Ms. Parker caressed Thomas' headstone.

Ms. Parker shook her head.

"I don't understand…………how did you…….." Ms. Parker began

"Does it really matter?" Amanda asked as Ms. Parker began.

Ms. Parker slowly stood and turned to stare at Amanda.

"Who are you?" Ms. Parker asked hesitantly.

Amanda smirked and laughed as she shook her head. Then looked at Ms. Parker.

"I'm your daughter."

Ms. Parker shook her head.

"No………… I don't have a daughter. That was all a dream. It wasn't real…….it wasn't real." Ms. Parker closed her eyes and tried to convince herself.

"Mmmmm….it didn't actually happen…..but it was very much real." Amanda said as her eye squinted in a way Miss Parker remembered Jarod doing when they were children and he was in thought.

"What the hell does that mean. It couldn't have been real…" Miss Parker tried to reason.

Amanda sighed out at her mother's stubbornness.

"It was real for you. You felt, you tasted, you ached. For you the dream, in every sense of the word……was real! Everything that happened would have happened that way if Dad had died and other's lived." Amanda explained.

Miss Parker looked around her once more. She had a weird sense about her surroundings.

"I'm still dreaming aren't I?" Miss Parker asked Amanda.

Amanda smiled at her mother's question.

"Why are you doing this?" Miss Parker asked her daughter.

Amanda's smile turned into a frown and she quickly looked down at the ground and quickly returned her eyes to her mother's.

"It……..It was the only way I could have ever met you." Amanda said mysteriously.

Parker mind tried to understand what Amanda was saying. Then it clicked into place.

"If I'm……..dreaming…..then your not really here." Parker said, more to herself then to Amanda.

"Correct…" Amanda spoke with a show host voice and then smiled at her mother.

Parker smiled as the urge to cry took her……….so many emotions twirled around inside her. So many questions than needed to be answered.

"The things……the things that I learned (Parker said as tears began to clog her throat)…….were they true?" Miss Parker asked with some fear evident in her voice.

Amanda looked away and bit her lip and then looked back to her mother.

"Some things were……..and some things weren't." Amanda stated cryptically.

"What does that mean?" Miss Parker asked as her anger began to rise.

Amanda smiled at the stirs of her mother's anger.

"You'll see soon enough." Amanda assured her.

Miss Parker swallowed as she stared at her daughter.

"If your not here with me………then where are you?"

Amanda closed her eyes and smiled, and then opened her eyes with the most breath astounding look of love in her eyes.

"Don't worry about me mom. Worry about the others." Amanda told Parker.

Parker's mouth parted.

"Are you kidding me? I can't- not worry about you. I don't think I could stop if I wanted to." Parker told her daughter in a shocked tone.

Amanda just stared at her mother in mild shock, but quickly masked the emotion. She looked down and then up at her mother.

"Well don't." Amanda said with no emotion what so ever.

It shocked Ms. Parker to see Amanda act soo cold. It frightened her to note that Amanda acted so much like herself.

"We don't have much time." Amanda repeated.

"Now I need you to listen and do as I say. I can only say this once." Amanda warned her mother.

Ms. Parker looked as though she was still trying to wake herself up, but none the less listened to Amanda.

"When you go back you need to take what you need and get everybody out. Your children are still very much real…….and in real danger. At all costs you have to get out today. You know where they are and you know now where you can be safe. You need Uncle Bobby to help you contact the others. No one can know that you two are working together. You have to find a way to inform him of what's going on and whose side you're on without anyone noticing or understanding a thing. If he thinks in any way that your setting him up for a trap……he'll sell you out faster than you can say 'nine millimeter'." Amanda said with one breath.

Ms. Parker nodded her head. Her mind going over a thousand miles per second.

"Now remember that Dar isn't at Donoterase, and that he's with Uncle Joe. You can locate Barry through him….."

"What about you?..." Ms. Parker asked her daughter.

"DAMN IT! I TOLD YOU NOT TO WORRY ABOUT ME!" Amanda yelled at her mother.

Amanda yelling at her caused what one would consider a normal reaction from the ice queen.

Ms. Parker yelled back.

"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN WHAT YOU SAID! ANSWER ME DAMN IT!" Ms. Parker yelled back with her years worth of anger.

"See…..( Amanda said as she pointed at her mother with piercing eyes)…..this is what I'm talking about. This is my mother, right here, right now in front of me. I was getting so sick of that fucking Betty Crocker act. It's not you and it never will be. And it's not what the other's need. They need you…..the real you. They need the person that can teach them to survive. And that's you mom."

"That has nothing to do with the fact that you won't tell me where you are!" Ms. Parker said loud enough to almost be considered yelling.

Amanda lowered her head and grit her teeth as her hands formed into fists and her arms went rigid as her muscles flexed from frustration.

"Why are you so stubborn? Do you even hear me when I tell you something?" Amanda said as her knuckles turned white from the lack of blood flow.

"I listen to you, but you don't seem to listen to me. I love you, I care about you. I want to rescue you from that HELL!" Parker said with frustration.

"IT'S TOO LATE FOR ME DAMN IT! DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME!" Amanda yelled out as her eyes blazed with anger. And then it seemed as though all of Amanda's energy drained from her. Her head tilted back as she let out a shuddering sigh.

Parker's frustration shifted into fear and frustration.

"What do you mean it's too late for you?" She asked in a trembling voice filled with mixed emotions.

Amanda shook her head and opened her eyes as she lowered her head to look at her mother. She closed her eyes for a few seconds.

"Please……" Amanda said as she opened her eyes, "I have never begged anyone………….for anything….my entire life." Amanda confessed to her mother.

"I'm begging you...forget about me and worry about the other's. I told you. There's little time….."

"But why can't I help you? I should at least try!" Ms. Parker tried to reason with her daughter.

"YOU CAN'T HELP ME, NOT WITHOUT ENDANGERING THEM! EVEN IF YOU COULD IT WOULD BE USELESS FOR YOU TO TRY! THEY'LL KILL YOU BEFORE YOU GET TO ME!" Amanda yelled to her mother to try to make her see what she was trying to tell her.

"THEN TELL ME WHAT TO DO, BECAUSE I AM NOT LEAVING YOU BEHIND! I LOVE YOU SOO MUCH THAT I'LL TRADE MY LIFE FOR YOURS!"

"DON'T SAY THAT! THE OTHER'S NEED YOU!... More than I ever will." Amanda said as her yelling became a whispered confession.

Ms. Parker just stared at her daughter with confusion in her eyes. She didn't understand why Amanda wouldn't listen to her.

"It's time for you to go now. Remember what I told you, and please do what I'm asking of you." Amanda said as she turned and began to walk away.

"Wait a minute!" Ms. Parker said as she scrambled forward and turned Amanda around to hug her tightly.

Amanda was slightly stiff in her embrace but soon relaxed as Parker hugged her close to her body.

Amanda wrapped her arms around her mother.

"I don't know what's going to happen next. I don't even know if any of this is real. All I know is I want you to be safe. Be careful. You let me know when you need me. I'll be there." Parker said as she held her daughter.

If Parker had seen Amanda's eyes at that moment, she would have seen Amanda crying. But all Parker noticed was Amanda tightening her hold on her and then the sudden release as Amanda twirled away from her and the sudden darkness that enveloped her.

She heard something. There was a noise she couldn't distinguish. She shook her head from side to side trying to break away from the darkness around her.

She started to recognize the sound as a voice. Sydney's voice.

"Parker! Ms. Parker! Broots she's coming to."

That's when her eyes opened.

She quickly closed her eyes as the sun's rays intruded into her blue eyes. A sharp pain ripped through her head as if triggered by the extreme brightness of the light. Her mind swam as she struggled to dislodge herself from the fogginess that was keeping her from understanding her surroundings.

"Miss Parker can you hear me? Miss Parker are you alright?" Came Sydney's voice.

Miss Parker tossed her from side to side before one of her hands shot up to rub fiercely at the temple of her head.

"Are you ok Miss Parker?" Broots asked as Miss Parker slowly sat up.

When Parker finally opened her eyes and took in the faces of her colleges and family, she also took in her surroundings.

She was in the cemetery.

She looked around with slightly widened eyes.

"What's going on?" She asked herself, but Sydney took it as a question meant for him.

"You've been out cold for over a day Miss Parker. Broots and I have been trying to locate you with no success. Fortuneately I remembered what yesterday was and by chance came here to see if you had been here at all." Sydney stated the last part in a soft hush of a voice.

But Miss Parker only heard one section of all that Sydney said.

"A day?" Miss Parker said in a husky voice.

"I've only been out for a day?" Miss Parker asked the two.

Broots and Sydney just looked at her with concern in there eyes.

"Miss Parker who did this to you?" Sydney asked with real concern in his voice.

Parker's eyes began to shine with the begins of tears as her head shook slightly from side to side as her mouth hung open from shock of the memories that flooded her.

The ache in her heart from holding Jarod's dead body in her hands. The pure joy at holding her children in her arms. Jamieson's deep brown eyes as the looked into her eyes.

The memories were to detailed…..to real to have been just the remnants of a dream. It had been real. Everything inside of her told her that it was real.

Her eyes fell to the spot where she had first seen her daughter. Her eyes hovering on the spot caused Broots and Sydney to turn and look at what held her attention.

Amanda's words lingered in her mind. 'get everybody out……. real danger….. get out today……little time'

Her mind whirled and without thought she rose to her feet.

It had been real……..whether it was a premonition or a warning………something inside of her caused her to spring into action. Her eyes still lingering on the spot of where Amanda had stood.

"Miss Parker are you alright? Your acting really strange." Broots asked as Miss Parker began to walk towards the entrance of the cemetery as her instincts told her that there was something right in front of her that she should be seeing. But Amanda's words echoed through her head forcing her to ignore the feeling.

Her children needed her.

"Broots where's Debbie?" Miss Parker asked as she turned her head as she continued to walk out of the cemetery.

Broots and Sydney exchanged worried looks.

Miss Parker hadn't explained anthing to them since she had 'woken up', and neither of them expected this question.

Broots became instantly worried.

"She's…She's at school. Why? Is she in danger?" Broots asked as he stumbled over his words as fear for his little girl took over.

Miss Parker stopped in her tracks and turned to him.

"Pick her up Broots. Find a private jet plane to seat at least 40 people." She mumbled as her hands dug into her pockets.

She brought out her lipstick and a linen handkerchief. She began to write on the handkerchief with the lipstick.

"There's a house that borders the Mediterranean Sea in Sicily. Buy everything with funds in this account. Arrange for there to be food, clothes, and everything that we could possibly need." Parker said in a rush as her hand flied with the lipstick in her hand.

She pushed the napkin into Broots chest and at the same time grabbed his shirt and pulled him close to her face.

"No one is to know Broots. Do it away from the Centre and not from home. But do it fast. I wanted it done yesterday Broots! You got me!" Parker stated more than asked a wide eyed Broots.

Broots nodded his head and tried to leave her grasp when she grabbed him again.

"We need three vans Broots. All untraceable. You and Sydney pick up two and bring them to the Centre. Be discreet. I'll meet you in my office in an hour if all goes to plan right." Parker said as she basically shoved him to the exit of the cemetery.

As Broots basically began to run towards his car, Sydney turned and looked at Miss Parker with a bewildered look in his eyes.

"Parker…..what's going on?" Sydney's voice showing traces of concern and anxiety. All the emotions that she herself was feeling at that moment.

But the emotion that she heard the most in his voice…..was one of fear.

And for the circumstances……….it was the only one that was consuming her subconscious.

She just stared at Sydney with a cold chill in her eyes.

She did not have the luxury to show him this emotion. Later…..when all things were saidand done could she afford that luxury………….but not now.

She looked passed him and began to walk to her car.

Down beneath the surface of the Centre. Underneath the heavy concrete and steel beams that created hell itself... in a small dank concrete room where the sun's light had never reached, a body lay in a cot as machines worked to keep the body alive.

The eyes of the body twitched and slowly opened. The weak body was only able to keep conscious for a short while. Slowly the eyes closed once more. The body fought to keep breath in its lungs...but it would lose its battle.

Machines began to screech...people began to sworm...