Groaning, an achy molecular began to come to after being knocked over the back of the head. He opened his eyes to look around instantly letting them fall upon the two dark haired strangers across the dusty room. Looking down at his own disposition he realized he was handcuffed and tied up quite tightly and that Brennan was beside him and also cuffed with his threatening hands behind his back and against the wall. Knowing their attempt at keeping him hostage would soon be their mistake he looked around as he awaited the proper time to make his move.

"Emma, don't you do this to me, get up!" Shalimar screamed now shaking the psionic with more force. "Emma!"

"Shalimar, what's going on?" Adam asked at the sound of the feral's worried voice yelling.

Shalimar kept her eyes on the psionic as she continued to attempt her revival of the woman and tried to recalibrate herself so she might be able to process the events and recite them to Adam.

"It's Felicia, Adam, she's strapped bombs to Emma and Lara. I can't remove one without the other going off."

"What kind of bombs?"

Shalimar leaned up to get a closer look at the collar around the psionic's neck, some of the blood that had ran down her arms still fresh on the flesh and rubbing off on the feral's fingertips as she gently inspected the gadget.

"I don't know I've never seen a bomb like this. It's got these weird sensors and buttons. She told me as soon as I deactivated it the other collar would explode. It's counting down, Adam, I only have four and half minutes."

"Ok, Shalimar, I want you to stay calm. Whatever you do don't touch the collars I'm going to do a quick reference check on them and see if I can get a hold of Jesse."

"I can't lose one of them, Adam."

"I know just stay calm. I'll get right back to you."

"Emma, wake up," Shalimar continued to try and awaken the psionic who showed no visible signs of consciousness. Her arm trailed upwards to rest of the psionic's neck, as she felt for a pulse more fearful than ever for what she might realize. She looked into the closed eyes of the psionic and pressed her fingers against her blood streaked neck pausing a moment as nothing was felt. She felt herself close to panic but before she had a chance to scream out she felt it. A slight beat. It was faint but it was there. Emma was still alive. Her Emma was still alive. For now.

"Emma," Shalimar said less panicked now and more out of relief the psionic hadn't left her. "Just stay with me, honey, ok. Please stay with me," she begged the woman stroking her cheek softly with the backs of her fingers. Emma struggled for breath now and Shalimar was able to clearly see she was still alive even if not by much.

Shalimar turned to reach up to Lara and check that she too was alive and well off. Though she was still passed out Shalimar sighed in relief in the fact both of them were still with her.

She looked at the timer on the psionic's collar. Less than four minutes remaining now. She almost felt like she was watching the last few minutes of her own life count down right before her very eyes and in a way she was.

Emma opened her eyes to meet the feral's heartbroken ones with her own. She wanted to beg the feral to save her but couldn't seem to allow herself to do so. How could she ask her to sacrifice the woman she'd loved before she had ever even met her?

Shalimar's hand clutched Emma's wound now. Emma wasn't sure but she thought it might be bleeding even more so now but for some reason it didn't seem to hurt as much. She didn't feel as if she was in as much pain anymore but instead just very tired. A single tear ran down her cheek. She wanted to cry with all her might but didn't have nearly enough energy for the task.

Shalimar pressed harder hoping to stop the blood that was running from the psionic like a river now. Emma looked down realizing her efforts were almost worthless. Shalimar turned to look at Lara and check her collar to confirm it had the same time as Emma's, now nearly three minutes until the demise of one of the women she loved. She couldn't bear it and she pressed both her hands to the psionic's stomach now, tears flowing freely and covering the floor just as quickly as the psionic's blood was. The saddened look on Shalimar's face as she looked back and forth between the two women brought a decision to Emma's head and she opened her mouth, worried anything she might say could very well be her last breath, but knowing she had to say something to the feral.

"Shalimar, save…" Emma took a breath trying to get it past the blood building up inside her throat.

The sight broke the feral's heart further and she reached up to the psionic's mouth to wipe the blood from the corner, letting her thumb brush across her lips after doing so.

"Shh," the feral insisted wanted the psionic to save her precious breath.

Emma looked to Shalimar and then to Lara knowing what had to be done despite how much it hurt she had to make the feral realize a decision had to be made and she had to come to terms with that fact.

"Save her," Emma's softly ordered. Her eyes would say she was the one who wanted to be saved but when Shalimar looked again it was clear the look the psionic held was that of painful realization. Realization that Shalimar refused to acknowledge. She had to make a choice.

"Save her, Shalimar."

"Emma, no. Don't talk like that," the feral denied her words, sniffling harder as her crying was becoming far too fierce for even her to tolerate.

"Please, Shal. Do it now."

The words passing through her throat felt like knives and Emma soon began to cough again, blood accompanying her hurtful heaves. Shalimar lifted her hand to wipe the psionic's mouth. She wanted to cut the woman down but didn't want to waste the precious seconds it would take to do so.

Shalimar turned to Emma and back to Lara. She couldn't make the decision. She could sentence one of her friends to death. She wished she could sacrifice herself instead. Felicia knew it and that fact was the reason Shalimar was still alive.

Shalimar touched a hand to each of the red head's cheeks, Emma's now colder than she'd ever felt. She looked at the red numbers still blinking and beeping on the women's collars. A minute and a half now. Ninety seconds until her life as she knew it would end along with the life of one of her friends.

"Shalimar," Emma pleaded her voice telling the feral, begging the feral, to please allow herself to save the other woman. She continued coughing as she choked on her own blood and spit it out to the floor at the feral's feet.

Shalimar hung her head, her heart never feeling so heavy in her life or so pain ridden that she had to take a deep breath as she decided which woman would walk out of the church beside her.