Chapter V.
ARIZONA
Christoph Madeira sat in the back of a large truck. His hands were handcuffed and his legs were locked onto a bench. Across from him in the dark truck were two guards both armed. Driving, was another armed guard and in the passenger seat was another guard, both of which Christoph could not see.
They had been driving for hours now. Christoph could not see outside due to the fact that there were no windows in the back of the truck but he could hear the patter of rain outside and he occasionally heard thunder. He knew his life was in peril now that he had warned Sydney. His mother's followers had eyes and ears everywhere. He didn't think he'd be alive when Sydney saw him again. All he knew he would never make it to the prison. Somebody out there knew he was being transferred and somebody was going to get him but whether they were going to kill him or use him was their own choice.
Just then, as if predicted, Christoph Madeira heard a voice come from one of the guard's transceivers.
"Someone's tailing us," it said and just after that was heard, the truck flipped over. Christoph was thrown all around the truck. It tipped over at least twice before hitting a tree and coming to a stop. Christoph opened his eyes. The car was upside down. Both of the guards in the back seat with him were alive and slowly getting up.
And then Christoph realized his legs were free. He jumped up, realizing he could get away, and kicked one of the guards in the face. The guard fell back to the ground as his nose began bleeding. The other guard got up quickly to grab Christoph but he swung his locked arms, hitting the guard in the face. Christoph then went over and attempted to grab the keys off him. But the guard swung at Christoph knocking him backward.
He got up and began approaching Christoph. In the corner of his eye Christoph noticed a gun on the floor. He leaped over to it and grabbed it. He aimed and shot, killing the guard. He turned to where the other, nose-bleeding, guard was but he wasn't where Christoph expected him.
Then, two arms came around him and Christoph was tossed to the floor. He lost grasp of the gun and it slid along the floor. He was now pinned to the ground. The guard was on top of him and had one of his hands pushing Christoph's head to the floor. Christoph's handcuffed arms were underneath him and all he could move were his legs.
With all the strength he had, Christoph lifted himself from the ground. He tossed the guard off him. He then began crawling over to the gun but one of his legs were grabbed by the guard. He reached out for the gun but his fingers just missed its handle. He was now being pulled farther away from it.
Christoph flipped over on his back and kicked the guard in the face a second time. A tooth came out of the guard's mouth as he fell backward. Christoph went to move but realized the guard still had grasp of his ankle.
The guard grabbed tighter and it felt as though his ankle was going to snap. Christoph took a kick at the guard's arm and the guard released his grasp. But Christoph didn't get far. The guard leaped at Christoph. The guard landed on top of him and began punching him. Christoph managed to knock him over, the two rolled around, taking punches when getting the opportunity. Several times they ran into the walls of the truck, almost knocking it over on its sides.
The two continued to grapple with each other, trying to knock the other one out as soon as possible. More blood splattered the truck from each of the men and they seemed to have been fighting for almost five minutes when the guard knocked Madeira off of him. Christoph fell
over in exhaust. The guard crawled over and grabbed the gun. Christoph leaped at the guard and he fired in defense but missed Christoph. The two struggled again against each other both in a battle for the gun. But the struggle didn't last long.
The guard tossed Christoph into the wall. Christoph banged his head as it began to bleed. The guard right then and there could have killed Christoph but he knew the CIA wanted him alive. As quickly as possible, he got up and went over to Christoph who was lying on the floor. He lifted the limp Christoph up and he put his arm around his neck and held the gun to his temple.
"If you move," began the guard, "I will shoot you."
Christoph heard the words but they didn't properly function in his brain. He was too exhausted from the fight and his head was spinning. He understood that he was now being held hostage by a guard with a gun and he knew it wouldn't be safe to attempt to escape at the moment.
Then, the doors at the back of the truck opened up. The guard holding Christoph turned and just managed to see a blonde man shoot him. The guard fell to the floor. Christoph stumbled to the ground but he had not been shot. He turned to the door and saw a blonde man with two other men standing next to him.
"Christoph Madeira," said the blonde man with a British accent. "My name is Julian Sark."
LOS ANGELES
Rachel opened the front door to the house at eleven and then locked it behind her. She had had a good night and was planning on seeing Grace again. She put her bag down on the couch. It was dark in the house. Maybe Sydney was already in bed.
"Syd," Rachel called. There was no answer. Rachel walked into Sydney's bedroom to find a neatly made bed empty. "Syd," Rachel called a second time.
Maybe she just hadn't come back yet. Rachel decided she'd wait up for her. She made her way back into the living room and turned on a few lights. She grabbed the remote and turned on the television and began flipping through the channels.
After going through almost every channel, Rachel got up and went to the refrigerator for a snack. She grabbed an apple and then went over to the phone. She dialed Sydney's number. The phone went straight to her voice mail.
"Hi this is Sydney, leave a message."
Beep.
"Hi Syd," began Rachel, "It's Rachel, just wondering where you are. Um, call me when you get this message."
Rachel hung up the phone and went back to the couch with her apple. She hoped everything was alright. Maybe she was just being paranoid.
Almost an hour had passed and still no sign of Sydney. Rachel was now panicking. She called Sydney's cell phone but again, there was no answer. Rachel looked out the window but did not see Sydney's car.
Then Rachel remembered what Sydney had said back at APO. She thought she was in danger. Christoph said she was in danger.
"Shit," murmured Rachel. She grabbed her keys and ran out the door.
She went straight to her car and jumped in the driver's seat. She pulled out of the driveway in a hurry and sped down the street. While driving she grabbed her cell phone and dialed APO. After three rings Jack picked up.
"Hello," he said, sounding a bit flustered.
"Mr. Bristow, this is Rachel Gibson," said Rachel.
"Is everything alright?" asked Jack.
"I don't think so," said Rachel. "Sydney didn't come home tonight. I don't know where she is but earlier today she told me that Christoph Madeira told her she was in trouble and she said she didn't feel safe. Is Christoph Madeira still in custody?"
"No, just about an hour ago he was being transferred and somebody helped him escape, just like Sydney predicted. Did you try her cell phone."
"Several times. There was no answer. I'm heading over to APO now."
"I'll call in the other agents."
THREE HOURS EARLIER
Sloane was in the alley way, sitting in his car with a trussed and gaged Sydney in the back seat. She was still not conscience. Multiple times Sloane had wondered if he should turn back. He loved Sydney but he loved Nadia as well.
He reminded himself that this was Sydney's fate. That this was suppose to happen. Rambaldi predicted it himself. But why did he have to be a part of it? Why did he have to be The Gatherer?
Yet, wasn't he proud of himself and wasn't he honored to be the Gatherer, not too long ago when he had first read the Prophecy? When he discovered the Passenger's father would play an important role in the Forgotten Prophecy, wasn't he willing to do anything Rambaldi required him to do? Why had his feelings changed?
Maybe it was because he knew the outcome. Deep down, he knew he was eventually going to bring The Chosen One to her fate. He gathered her for the Twelve Disciples. It said this would happen in the Forgotten Prophecy. He was a Disciple. He had be given the gift of becoming a Disciple and he knew he'd eventually rejoin with the other eleven.
Five minutes late, Gordon Dean pulled up in a car and stepped out. Following him were Kelly Peyton and a large colossal man that Arvin Sloane did not know.
Arvin stepped out of his car.
"Do you have Sydney Bristow?" asked Gordon Dean.
"Do you have The Antithesis?" asked Sloane.
"Of course," said Dean.
"Show me," demanded Arvin.
"Show us the girl," Dean commanded.
Arvin went to his car and opened the back door. With the strength he had left in his old body, he lifted Sydney from the back seat and carried her out.
"Good job, Arvin," said Dean. He turned to Peyton and nodded. Peyton went to the car and grabbed a black case from the passenger seat of the car. She shut the door and carried the case to Dean, who she handed it to.
"Open it," Arvin said.
Gordon Dean did as Arvin requested. Dean unlatched the sides of the case and inside was a cylinder. The cylinder contained a liquid with a greenish tint.
"How do I know that is really The Antithesis?" asked Sloane.
"Doesn't it appear to resemble the pictures Rambaldi drew of it?" asked Dean. "And besides Arvin, why would I want to double-cross you? You know the Prophecy. She is mentioned in the Forgotten Prophecy and it claims she will awaken."
"Put the case next to my feet," said Arvin.
"How do I know you won't flee?" asked Dean.
"This is Sydney's fate. Like you said, I can't change it."
Gordon Dean grinned and shut the case. He handed it to the mammoth man to his left. The man walked over to Sloane and placed the case next to his feet.
"Hand Sydney to Mr. Angle," said Dean. Arvin looked at the large man who was about twice or maybe three times his height. Arvin Sloane handed him Sydney hesitantly. Mr. Angle took Sydney in his gargantuan arms and carried her back over to Gordon Dean.
"Promise me you won't hurt her," said Sloane.
"Arvin, I already told you, we aren't going to hurt her. You know what is going to happen," said Dean. "It was nice doing business with you."
Mr. Angle went into the backseat with Sydney. Kelly stepped into the driver's side and Gordon Dean went back to the passenger seat. He shut the door and the car back out of the alleyway.
Sloane stood in the alleyway for quite some time. He began crying.
He had begun the Prophecy.
Jack was a wreck. The last time he felt like this was when Sydney went missing after her house had burned down. And now she was missing again. He couldn't stand to lose her for another two years if that was to be the case. What if she was gone longer? What if she was to be gone forever? And not only was she missing but Christoph Madeira had escaped.
Dixon, Grace, Rachel, and Marshall were all waiting in the briefing room. Jack was still in his office, trying to get a hold of himself and decide the best plan of action.
"And she didn't tell you where she going?" asked Dixon.
"No and I didn't ask," said Rachel.
"And she said she felt like she was in danger?" asked Marshall.
"I told her to tell Jack and I thought she was going to," said Rachel.
"Do you have any idea where she could have gone?" asked Grace.
Rachel paused and she seemed to have realized something. "I might."
"Well?"
Just then Arvin Sloane walked in.
"I'm sorry I'm late," said Sloane. "I stopped by the hospital to see Nadia. What's wrong?"
"Sydney's missing," answered Dixon.
"What?" asked Sloane.
"She didn't come home," said Rachel.
Jack now entered the briefing room.
"My daughter seems to have disappeared without a trace," said Jack. "One neighbor said she noticed her enter the house and then leave with a box. They were unsure of what was in the box. Rachel was anything missing from the house? Anything you noticed?"
"No," answered Rachel.
"I know she told you she felt that she was in danger," said Jack. "Did she say why she thought she was in danger?"
"No," answered Rachel. "All she told me was Christoph Madeira said she was in jeopardy."
"What happened after that?" asked Jack.
Rachel paused andgave a quick glance towards Sloane. "Before she told me she was going out, she talked to Sloane."
They all turned to Sloane.
"Arvin," said Jack, "What did you two talk about?"
Sloane kept his composure and answered. "I was thanking her for coming by to see Nadia the other day. Even though Nadia cannot answer, I still believe she can recognize who's in the room with her and I was telling Sydney that I believed it helped Nadia in spirt."
"That's a lie," said Rachel.
"Excuse me?" said Jack.
"Well it's either you're lying or Sydney's lying because she told me that you needed comfort because Nadia wasn't doing so well," announced Rachel.
There was a long pause.
"Well Arvin," said Jack, "Which is it?" Jack looked as though he was about to explode.
Sloane didn't answer. He didn't make eye contact with anybody in the room. He stared at the table and seemed to be deep in thought. Or maybe he realized that he was cornered and he had no way of getting himself out now.
Jack moved his way over to Sloane with animosity and lifted him from his chair from his collar. Sloane was taken aback by Jack's fierce and sudden movements. Jack swung Sloane into the wall and pinned him there.
"If you put my daughter's life in any sort of jeopardy, I swear to you, I will..."
At this point, Dixon and Grace came over and pulled Jack away from Sloane.
"We're both lying," said Sloane.
"What?" asked Rachel.
"You said one of us had to be lying," said Sloane. "We both are."
Sydney opened her eyes and saw a ceiling. She didn't fully take in her surroundings. Her first instinct was to get up, find Sloane and shove that tranquilizer he shot her with down his throat. But Sydney then realized she was tied down when she attempted to get up. Both arms were tied to her sides and her legs were also tied at the bottom of a bed.
Sydney took a look at the bed. It was covered in a white blanket and looked very similar to a hospital bed. Was she taken to the hospital? Did somebody come and find her and take Sloane into custody already? But then she looked around the room and realized, she wasn't in a hospital. The room was vacant and there were no windows. The only thing that was illuminating the room was coming from the lights on the ceiling. There was a large mirror and Sydney knew somebody was on the other side looking in on her. The mirror was next to a door which was in a far corner of the room.
Sydney put head back down on the comfortable pillow and looked back up at the ceiling and then saw something she hadn't noticed before. Above her was a gigantic red Rambaldi symbol and she was right underneath it's "O".
"What did you do with her, Arvin?" asked Jack.
Sloane didn't answer.
"Arvin!" yelled Dixon unexpectedly.
Sloane looked up and everybody saw that he was crying.
"It wasn't suppose to happen like this," Sloane managed to sobber out.
"Arvin, is my daughter dead?" asked Jack.
"No," answered Sloane. "She isn't dead yet."
"Yet! What do you mean 'she isn't dead yet!"
"Nobody's going to kill her Jack," mumbled Sloane.
"How is she going to die?" asked Jack.
"This was her fate, Jack," said Sloane. "You couldn't have changed it."
Just then the phone in the briefing room began ringing. Dixon, Grace, Rachel and Marshall all turned to it. Jack kept his glance on Sloane. The phone rang and second time. Dixon looked at Jack who made no movements as to go answer it so Dixon walked over to the phone and picked it up.
"Hello this is Agent Dixon," said Dixon.
There was a pause. "Who is this?" asked Dixon. Then another pause. "Hold on." Dixon covered the phone.
"Jack," said Dixon. "It's a man, he wants to talk to you. He didn't tell me his name but he said he knows something about Sydney."
Jack turned and went for the phone and then stopped and said, "Put him on speaker phone."
Dixon followed his order.
"Hello," said Jack.
"Ah Jack," said the voice, "How are you. You don't sound like you've changed a bit. Still a bitter man, I suppose." Marshall found himself nodding in agreement but soon after stopped.
"Who is this?" asked Jack.
"What?" asked the man. "You don't recognize my voice? I think I've lost some of my Russian accent over the years of living in Australia but I still thought you were going to be able to recognize me after all we've been through."
"I don't have the time to play guessing games," said Jack.
"Actually you do have the time. Don't worry about Sydney, she's fine and comfortable I assure you."
"How do you know this?"
"Well I'm looking at her right now through glass. She looks as flustered as you sound. I think she looks more like her mother though."
"Who is this?"
"Let's see, what hints can I give you? I don't want to make it too obvious. Well you once threatened to cut both my balls off but I think you said it more gentlemen like. You always had a way with words. Let's see, what did you say? Oh yes, I pretty sure it was, 'Tell me where your sister is or I'll have the pleasure of amputating your testicles.'"
With that disturbing quote Jack realized who this was.
"I think he's finally got it!" said the voice. "It took you long enough. You never managed to amputate those did you Jack?"
"You're suppose to be dead," said Jack.
"A lot of people are suppose to be dead. But that plane crash, c'mon, you didn't figure it out? It was planned, Jack. Even I thought you would have guessed that."
"That means..."
"Yup, everybody who was on the plane survived."
"What do you want with Sydney?" asked Jack.
"Well this conversation has already run over the expected time so I'm going to have to tell you to ask Arvin Sloane. Oh, and don't believe him when he says he doesn't know. You know how convincing Arvin is at lying. Well I'm going to have to let you go, Jack. And don't bothering trying to trace this call. I assure you, it won't work. Have a fantastic night and don't attempt to murder Sloane after he tells you."
Then the man hung up.
Sydney heard the door to the room open. She lifted her head and saw Gordon Dean enter the room.
"You're behind this?" asked Sydney. "You son of..."
Gordon Dean laughed. "No Sydney, I'm afraid I am not behind this as you think. I'm just merely a playing piece, as you are."
"So you and Sloane were working together?"
"We managed to chat a couple of times but that's about it," said Dean.
"Why am I here?" asked Sydney.
"Well I'm not here to tell you that," said Dean. "Somebody else will be explaining that to you. I'm not worthy. But I can tell you a few things. I managed to make contact with Arvin Sloane after Miss Peyton managed to retrieve the Antithesis. Oh, she wants me to tell you that she says 'Hi and that she would have came down with me to see you but she was a bit busy.' Her and Mr. Angle haven't got the chance to have some privacy in quite some time. So, anyways, I told Sloane that I would give him the Antithesis in return for something. That something was you. And so after he knocked you out, we met in an alley and we traded. I gave him The Antithesis, as I said, and he gave me you. By now he's probably already used it on Nadia and it will take almost a whole day for her to recover. So Arvin Sloane traded you for his daughter's life so I expect you're not as angry at him as you were before."
"But why do you need me?" asked Sydney.
"I don't personally need you," said Dean. "Like I said I'm not behind this. But you mean a lot to a handful of people, Sydney. Well now, I must go. I'll be seeing probably again." Dean turned around and began walking away.
"Where am I?" asked Sydney.
Gordon Dean turned back around. "Well I suppose it wouldn't matter if I told you. You're on a boat, which is somewhere now in the Pacific Ocean."
"Does all this have to do with Rambaldi?" asked Sydney.
"I'm sorry," began Gordon Dean. "But I think that is the most unintelligent question you have asked, Sydney Bristow. Of course this has to do with Milo Rambaldi."
"Jack," said Dixon, "Who was that?"
Jack sat down and took a deep breath. Arvin did not return to his seat. He stayed up against the wall that Jack pushed him against. He, too, knew who was on the other line.
"I'm sure all know, that Irina Derevko has two sisters. Katya Derevko and Elena Derevko, who Irina shot. But what most people don't know is...Irina also had two brothers."
Jack took another pause. "I have no authority to tell you the rest but pretty soon it will be leaked out. The reason why so few people don't know this is because the CIA wanted to keep it a secret after a plane crash Irina's two brothers were in. It was said that the KGB plane crashed and killed all of its eight passengers who were on the plane. Their bodies were never found. The reason why the CIA wanted to make it seem like Irina's brothers never existed because the CIA had worked with them. Only a small group of agents knew this. This was even kept from the President. The two brothers helped the CIA with a lot of wanted terrorists for money. I was let in on this secret because shortly before the CIA began working with them, Irina Derevko was discovered to be a spy from the KGB after she disappeared from the car crash. But the two brothers never told me where Irina was. And unfortunately for one of them I came face to face with him and was going to torture the answer out of him but the CIA forced me not to because they didn't want the Derevko brothers to turn on them. After some years the CIA wanted to stop working with them but the brothers refused and said that they would tell the President if they stopped. So once the brothers were presumed dead, the CIA got rid of records of them and destroyed some of their own property that might have linked the CIA to them. That man, who I was just talking to is the youngest of the Derevko siblings. His name is Alexander Derevko."
"No other agencies knew about the brothers? NSA? The FBI?" asked Rachel.
"When the Irina Derevko was discovered to be a spy we did a background check on her. We found out her parents' names, where she was born. And then the CIA was trying to dig further. When the Derevko brothers figured this out, they had the CIA stop their search on her because they didn't want to be discovered. The CIA did so and told everybody that they couldn't find any more information on Irina. As years went on, it was discovered that the CIA didn't cover up tracks very well and eventually it was discovered that she had two sisters. But it was never revealed that she had two brothers."
"What's the other brother's name?" asked Grace.
"Cain Derevko," said Jack. "I unfortunately came face to face with him. Now, I am trusting you four that this will never leave this room."
"What about Sloane?" asked Rachel.
"He already knew all of that," said Jack. He turned to Sloane. "Why do they want Sydney, Arvin?"
"They want her because she's mentioned in another Rambaldi Prophecy," answered Sloane after another long pause. He still didn't make any eye contact.
"What prophecy?" asked Jack.
"This prophecy was kept a secret," explained Sloane. "Not many people knew about it and it was referred to as the 'Forgotten Prophecy'. It was discovered in Iraq a couple of years ago but I do not know who discovered it."
"What does this prophecy say?" asked Dixon.
"It says that The Chosen One's first child and only child will be a boy. And that this boy will be the reincarnation of Rambaldi and that he, at the age of four, will show the location where Rambaldi's serum for immortality is."
"So you kidnaped Sydney just so somebody would discover where immortality supposedly is?" asked Rachel.
"No," answered Sloane. "I gave Gordon Dean Sydney and in return he gave me the Antithesis for Nadia."
"Are they going to kill Sydney?" asked Marshall.
"The Forgotten Prophecy has the whole series of events. Some of the events already occurred."
"Like what?" asked Grace.
"It predicted that The Gatherer would retrieve The Chosen One and bring her to the Twelve Disciples."
"The Twelve Disciples?" asked Rachel.
"There a group of twelve Rambaldi followers who have been mention by Rambaldi himself in the Prophecy. He claims these are his most loyal followers and that they will be the first twelve to gain immortality."
"And The Gatherer?" asked Dixon. "The Gatherer is you?"
"Yes," answered Sloane. "I am one of the Twelve Disciples."
"If you do not tell me where my daughter is," said Jack, "I will make sure you never want to be apart of a Rambaldi Prophecy again."
"Jack I don't know where Sydney is," said Sloane. "I am not lying and even if I did know you have no way of stopping the Prophecy. It has already begun."
"Well it said the Twelve Disciples would be the first twelve to gain immortality, won't you eventually find out?" asked Rachel.
"I am expecting to," said Sloane.
"Well when you do Arvin, I expect you to tell me," said Jack. "And you aren't leaving APO for any reason at all."
"Who's in charge of all of this?" asked Marshall.
"I don't know exactly who it is but the Prophecy refers to them as The Descendant, who is the oldest living relative to Rambaldi."
"Is Sydney going to die?" asked Marshall. "Are they going to kill her?"
"No," said Sloane. "According to the Prophecy The Chosen One will have the child and she will die after giving birth. Her own infant will kill her."
Sydney lay in the bed attempting to somehow release her hands but she couldn't no matter how hard she tried. She wished she would have told somebody where she going but no, she listened to Sloane and believed for once that he actually cared about somebody else besides himself. But yet again, he did this for Nadia and Sydney hoped The Antithesis would wake her. So this is what Christoph Madeira was talking about. This is why she was in danger. Maybe APO would get hold of him and ask him for help. After all, she told Rachel that Christoph said she was in danger. This idea brought hope to Sydney. Maybe APO would find her and save her.
But then her hopes came down.
The door to the room opened and Sydney looked up. In walked Christoph Madeira. He had a few cuts on his face and his eye was slightly swollen. Behind him came in Julian Sark.
"Christoph?" said Sydney.
"I told you, you were in danger," he said.
"Christoph help me," begged Sydney.
"I'm afraid he can't do that," said Sark.
"You shut up you son of a bitch," yelled Sydney. "Christoph don't listen to him. He's a horrible person and he'll only betray you."
"Actually, Sydney," said Christoph, "Me and Julian here have a lot in common. And besides he has no reason to betray me"
"Why am I here?" asked Sydney. "Why do you need me?"
"Sydney you are an important piece to Rambaldi as you know. You are The Chosen One," said Sark. "But I don't feel that I am the person to tell you your importance."
"When will I know?" asked Sydney.
"There are a lot of other people who are waiting to see you," said Sark. "Once they've said their hellos I am suspecting that that is when you will discover why you are here."
"And you don't know anybody else who is behind this?" asked Dixon.
"No answered Sloane. I don't know who is behind this. It could be anyone," said Sloane.
"You don't know who the other Twelve Disciples are, yet you are one yourself?" asked Grace. "And how did you know you were the Gatherer?"
"The Prophecy said The Gatherer is the father of The Passenger," answered Sloane.
"Is Nadia apart of this prophecy?" asked Jack.
"She doesn't play a very important role," said Sloane.
"Is Gordon Dean apart of the prophecy?" asked Dixon.
"From what I know, I don't think so. He doesn't fit the description of any of the Disciples but I am guessing that who ever the Descendent is, they promised immortality for him, Kelly Peyton, and Mr. Angle."
"Do you have a copy of this prophecy?" asked Jack.
"At home," said Sloane. "I could go and get it..."
"No," said Jack. "You are not leaving APO. Where in your house is it?"
"Underneath my bed, there is a rectangular safe. It's metal," explained Sloane. "The Prophecy is in there but the safe won't open unless my index finger touches the pad on it."
"Dixon, Grace, go to Sloane's house and retrieve the safe," ordered Jack. "Sloane, give us your keys."
Sloane took his keys out of his pocket making it clear that he wasn't too happy about all this. He handed them to Jack, reluctantly, who handed them to Dixon.
"Get back here as soon as possible."
"At the moment," said Sark, "I would like you to say hello to someone who has missed you dearly." Sark turned to the door. The knob on the door twisted and then the door opened wide.
In walked Francie Calfo. Well she resembled Francie Calfo with every inch of her body but Sydney knew she was not her old friend Francie. Her name was Alison Doren.
"I'm sure you remember Alison," said Sark. "The woman that you tried to kill." She walked up to Sark and he put his arm around her.
"I've missed you Sydney," she said with a voice that sounded exactly like Francie's or at least from what Sydney remembered of it. "I just wanted to come in and say hello."
"This is unbelievable," murmured Sydney.
"Oh," said Sark, "There are plenty more surprises."