"Have you tried ringing her?"

"Yeah, but it goes straight to her voicemail. I'm really worried about her, I mean she has been through a lot in the last few years."

"It doesn't help that it was the anniversary on Thursday." Weiss said quietly.

"Anniversary of what?" Vaughn asked, confused.

"Dude. Danny, his death. How could you not know that, you're dating her aren't you?"

"Well, lately it doesn't feel like that."

"Are you ok? It seems to me you're the one acting weird here, Sydney's been totally normal when I've seen her. Are you sure you didn't have some fight that she's still pissed about?"

"We don't fight, Weiss."

Eric Weiss looked at his best friend. "You don't fight? What the hell is wrong with you two, everyone fights."

"We don't." he said again angrily.

"Ok, ok!" Weiss said raising his arms in alarm.

Marshall ran up to the two, holding a square silver instrument in his arm. "I did it! I was writing the codes wrong, see I put the tab where the real code should've been, but I walked in and I thought about this thing Sark told me when I visited him …"

"What? You spoke to Sark?" Vaughn said quickly.

Marshall froze, thinking about what he had said. "Yeah," he said, his voice shaky, "when we had eggs. Sydney wasn't here when this whole thing first started and I was kind of lonely, I mean I wouldn't have even gone but I walked past this café on my way to work, and I saw this guy who was talking in a British accent and obviously, Sark came to mind. Then I thought he would've been really lonely, right, I mean if I was lonely, he was lonely - living in a little cell and all – you know? When he was in custody - so I bought some eggs and we ate them." He took a deep breath and smiled weakly.

Vaughn frowned as Weiss, noticing his expression and the increasing build of sweat on Marshall's forehead. "Ok, I think we all need to take a break, especially you Vaughn you're freaking out at the simplest things."

"He spoke to Sark!" he said, pointing at Marshall.

"They had eggs," Weiss said.
Marshall nodded. "And they weren't even that good Vaughn."

Sydney walked into the office and took a deep breath as she saw Vaughn being lead out of the tech room by Weiss. She didn't know what to think of him after reading through those papers Sark had given her. But one thing was true - Vaughn wasn't the man he said he was. She put her head down as she passed but before she knew it Marshall was by her side. He took hold of her arm and steered her into his own office.

"Marshall, what on earth…?"

"He shouldn't have told me. He doesn't know me, that's why he told me. Otherwise he would've known not to tell me!"

"What are you talking about?" Sydney said, confused.

"You can't tell anyone, Syd. No one. Especially not your Dad, he scares me. And Vaughn, definitely don't tell Vaughn. And not Sloane, he'll fire me."

"Marshall, just tell me!"

"Sark came to my house." Marshall stopped, looked up and waited for Sydney's reaction. She stared at him blankly.

Marshall took a moment before saying, "Well, he, um, he told me not to go to lunch with Vaughn. I thought he meant he was sick or something, but he looked healthy, a little agitated, but healthy …"

"When did he come to your house?" she asked, suddenly serious.

"Last night. Why?"

"No reason. I just wanted to know."

"This is freaky Syd, a KGB worker shows up at my house, how did he even know where I –"

"He's not KGB." Sydney said, a little more defensively than she would've liked.

"Right. Well, I don't know what's going on but I think we need to tell Sloane. You can tell Sloane, he doesn't really like listening to me for more than thirty seconds, he starts to get this twitch in his left eye and then-"

"Sydney." Vaughn opened the door as Marshall stumbled over his blow up chair, dropping the silver instrument he had been holding in his hand the whole time. It smashed on the floor.

"Oh no, Sloane's going to kill me." Marshall whined as he knelt down on the floor, picking up the broken pieces. Realising why he had dropped it in the first place, he whipped around and smiled fakely. "Hi Vaughn! Again. Yeah. Um …" looking around, "Look! Sydney! Wow, when did you get here? Aha .. err … is it lunch already? Must be going. Bye!" he ran out of the room, giving Sydney a sorry glance as he went.

Vaughn turned around, shut the door and closed the blinds.