Alfred was not extremely happy with the current situation, the situation being that Alexia was sitting at his desk in the office. Though he had put up a protest, she had insisted on accompanying him back to the Palace. She said she wanted to check something on the computer and since the monitor room in the Residence was destroyed, using his computer made sense. He would have still felt better if she had stayed behind out of danger.

Alfred was about to check on her, when he heard the door to the Palace open. He peeked around the corner of the wall he was hugging and narrowed his eyes at the sight that greeted him. The Redfield girl was standing in the center of the lobby, armed. His anger was immediate and white hot. She was the one who had caused this disaster, she had endangered his Alexia. He raised the sniper rifle, taking aim at the girl, and fired.

Redfield managed to dive behind one of the support pillars, causing his shot to go wild. He stepped out from behind the wall, walking to the head of the stairs as a tittering laugh escaped his lips.

"Why Miss Redfield, how nice to see you." He fired again, hitting the pillar she was hiding behind. "Your men did a wonderful job destroying my base."

"My men?" The girl sounded confused. "Just who the hell are you?"

"I am Alfred Ashford, commander of this base." His words were thick with pride.

"You must be a low level employee to be in charge of a backwater base like this one."

Alfred clutched the rifle tighter, his face going red with anger. How dare this girl make fun of the Ashford family and their great heritage? He raised the rifle as her head peeked out from behind the pillar. The shot missed, but made him feel infinitely better.

"The Ashford family is one of the greatest and strongest. My grandfather was one of the founders of Umbrella Inc." He smiled, moving further down the stairs. "Now tell me why you had your men attack this base!"

"I don't know who attacked this base!" She shouted back. "You're out of your mind!"

"Why you…"

"Alfred!"

Alfred turned from his quarry to find Alexia standing at the head of the stairs, looking extremely unhappy. She stepped down the hem of her gown brushing lightly against the red carpeting as she walked.

"That is no way to treat a guest." Alexia flicked her gaze to the girl, then back to him. "Go back to the Residence and wait for me."

"But Alexia…"

She cut him off with a single look. He slowly nodded, casting a glare toward the Redfield girl before retreating back up the stairs and out of sight.

"I apologize for my brother's behavior, he can be quite…childish at times." Alexia continued down the stairs, stopping at the marble floor of the lobby. "I am not armed Ms. Redfield."

"You expect me to believe that?"

Alexia smiled, the girl was smarter than Umbrella had said. She stepped slowly across the floor, coming to stop at the end of the secretary's desk.

"Ms. Redfield, you are carrying a 9mm berretta with an eight round clip. I do believe, considering that you survived Raccoon City, one unarmed woman is of little threat to you."

Claire peeked around the corner and finally emerged gun raised. Alexia froze. This was the first time she had ever laid eyes on Claire but there was something very, very familiar about her.

"Who are you?" Claire asked, still pointing the gun in her face. "What do you want?"

The girl was familiar, she looked like…

…him…like Chris…

Alexia opened her mouth, but the words that tumbled out were not the words she had planned to speak to the girl before meeting her face to face. She had planned to ask her about the whereabouts of her brother and about the men who had attacked the island.

"Three weeks before your brother disappeared you came to see him at the R.P.D. While there you met a young woman." Alexia stepped forward, getting as close to Claire as Claire would allow. "A woman named Alexandra Wesker. Do you remember?"

"Yes, she was Captain Wesker's sister right?" Claire tilted her head, looking confused. "What has that got to do with anything?"

"Listen very carefully, their isn't time to go into all the details. Suffice to say I am Alexandra Wesker, not Alexia Ashford." The accent of Alexia Ashford disappeared, replaced by Alex's cool clipped tone. "Just outside the courtyard is a gate to your right, it leads to a platform. On the platform are the controls to call a small submarine. Take the sub to the plane hanger, you can get off the island from there. Don't dawdle Claire, Alfred is not a sane man. If he meets you again and I am not around, I cannot say what he might do."

Alex spun around and headed up the stairs.

"Wait, why are you helping me?" Claire lowered the weapon. "Chris told me, before he disappeared, that you worked for Umbrella!"

"I do. Let's just say I owe your brother and leave it at that."

Alex/Alexia slipped into Alfred's office before Claire could ask any more questions. She ran through the bookcase opening and across the bridge toward the Residence. Conflicting voices were arguing in her head, one telling her she was an Ashford, the other claiming she was Alexandra Wesker.

She burst through the door to the Residence and bounded up the stairs to her room. Alfred was no where in sight and she had little desire to find him. She ran to the vanity, planting both hands on the mahogany surface, and stared at the reflection in the mirror.

A pale face with cobalt blue eyes framed by long blonde hair, stared back at her.

…too long…never wore it that long…

Alex/Alexia shook her head, trying to rid her mind of the conflicting voices…

…the pills…everything will be alright once you have the pills…

Alex/Alexia turned, searching the vanity for her migraine medication. She swept the contents of the vanity's surface to the floor and finally located them amide the broken glass and debris. She frantically twisted the cap of the bottle as the voices continued to argue.

…scars…you have scars…look…

..lying…take your pills Alexia…everything will be alright with the pills…

Alex/Alexia stopped her fumbling for the pill bottle. She didn't have any scars, none. How would she have gotten scars? She gripped her head as a pain lanced through her temples…

(- She spun around, pushing Kevin out of the Tyrant's path. The claw came up and swiped down almost in a single motion. Alex fell to the roof, screaming in pain. The claws had raked her from the center of her back out to her left arm. -

- She had just reached the door back to the emergency elevator when a shot rang out, echoing loudly in the spacious room. Alex gritted her teeth, as her left leg buckled.-

- Kevin started to say something, when a zombie suddenly lurched out of the flames to Alex's left. Alex tried to turn, but her leg gave out and the zombie latched onto her right arm, causing her to drop the berretta. She screamed as the zombie bite into her arm, tearing into skin and muscle. -

- The Chimera dropped at the same time she fired, the shot missed. The Chimera struck, slashing her across the ribs and sending her flying. -

- They both fired at the same time. Alex's bullet took him high in the chest, Castle's took her in the left shoulder. She stumbled backwards but quickly righted herself, pointing the gun at Castle as she walked forward. Blood ran down her back and arm but she ignored it. -)

Alex/Alexia slid the hand from her face as the memories subsided. Had those things really happened? If they had, there would be marks. She glanced down at her right arm. If a zombie had attacked her there would be a mark left to remember it, there was nothing.

…the pills…take the pills…

She pushed the voice to the back of her mind and reached out a trembling hand to her right forearm. She ran her fingers over her arm, looking for anything to prove the phantom memories were true. Her eyes widened as she felt something strange at the top center of her forearm, an indentation of some kind. Her eyes said there was nothing was there but her fingers told a different story. Glancing around wildly, her eyes finally fell on a broken bottle on the floor, a bottle of medicinal alcohol. She snatched up the bottle with a shaking hand and grabbed several cotton balls from the floor.

She dipped the a cotton ball in the alcohol and with a deep breath rubbed at the indentation on her arm. It didn't take long to get a result. Her eyes widened as a very ragged and deep scar, in the shape of human teeth, was revealed. Her eyes strayed from the scar to the cotton ball, flesh colored makeup covered every inch of it. Her eyes narrowed.

"Where there is one there is more."

Ten minutes later at least a dozen used cotton balls lay on the floor, the contents of the broken bottle spent. She stared into the mirror, every scar from her memories staring back at her.

…a lie…you ARE Aaron Alexandra Wesker…

…the pills will make things better…make you remember…

"Make me…forget."

("I have a mission for you Ms. Wesker and you will cooperate.")

"Kent…"

Alex grabbed the pills from the vanity, spun around, and threw the bottle against the wall. She remembered everything now, Raccoon City, the mission in Tennessee, the retribution she had taken on the men who had sent them there…Kent.

She pulled at the dress she was wearing, her eyes already searching for different clothes. She had to get out of here and get Claire out of here. Her eyes finally fell on the briefcase she had brought with her to the island and she remembered that Davis had given it to her before she left.

She dropped it on the bed and flipped it open. The only things that lay inside were a couple files and some useless papers. She slammed her hand against the back of it and was surprised by a soft click. The bottom of the case slowly raised, revealing a false bottom. Inside lay a folded Umbrella uniform, her journal and a short round tube. She pulled out the journal, still in it's watertight case, smiling to herself. The short tube, no more than four inches long and half an inch in diameter, was also waterproof and yielded three pictures. The two pictures of herself and her brother and the S.T.A.R.S. photo Chris had given her. She snatched the shirt out of the briefcase and heard a clank as something hit the floor.

"Davis, you are amazing."

She bent over and picked up her brother's shield from the floor. She gathered up the rest of the clothing and gasped. Tucked below everything was a black shoulder holster and…her magnum.

"And you're a sneaky bastard…"

Alex stood in front of the mirror. She looked just as she had during that last mission. Same black pants, same black uniform shirt, same boots, same gun, same shoulder rig. Although her usual ponytail was much longer than usual. Davis had even thrown her spare sunglasses into the briefcase, the man was nothing if not thorough.

Alex stared at the reflection for several minutes, until her eyes came to rest on the Umbrella patch on her shoulder. She reached into her boot and pulled the small combat knife she always carried. One quick slice and it was done. She tucked the knife back into her boot, grabbed the patch, and wrenched if off her shoulder. The name patch on the front quickly followed.

"I quit."

She then spun on her heel and disappeared out the door, leaving the purple dress on the bed and the mess of the vanity on the floor…