As soon as Devin entered the chamber, Father's coffee brown eyes turned towards him. A glimmer of emotion sprung from his gaze.

"Devin …"

Slowly Devin approached the bed, behind which a heart monitor was beeping.

"Hello, dad. You've got some pretty nice equipment down here."

"Catherine fetched it," Father panted. "I'm sorry, Devin. I'm rather short of breath. Jonathan warned me not to talk."

"Sweet," Devin smirked. "If you can't talk, we can't fight."

In spite of himself Father laughed.

"I know we've had our disagreements," he said, "but I am glad you've come."

Devin put a comforting hand on his shoulder and said: "I'll let you get back to sleep."

When he walked out of the room, he saw the young blonde woman. She walked huddled, with her arms folded around her waist as if she were afraid of losing herself. The teenage girl named Annie saw her approaching and instantly froze. The blonde crossed her without even noticing she was there. The whole scene was so strange that he decided to follow her. She wasn't aware of his presence until she was seated on the rock by the underground river and heard the echo of his voice:

"Good place to think ..."

So petite she was, and skittish like a little bird.

"… Vincent showed you, right?"

Her voice sounded soft and slow:

"He did. The first time I saw his face was right here."

"That must have been something."

Devin didn't wait for an invitation to join her.

"I could see he didn't belong," she said. "Like me. I felt connected to him."

"I heard about your baby," Devin brought up. "Was she named after Catherine Chandler?"

Lena lowered her eyes and smiled.

"She treated me like a person, you know. She respected me. No one else ever did."

"I'm sorry they took her," Devin said.

Lena gasped for air.

"Sometimes it feels like my heart is literally broken," she confessed, "like someone is just stabbing at it with this big, crenate knife."

Devin put his hand on her back. He could feel her tremble.

"It's my own fault," she continued. "As soon as I returned above, I started to look for a man like Vincent. I should have known they don't exist. Not up there."

"Don't be too hard on yourself," Devin said. "It takes a pure and courageous soul to love Vincent."

Her finger flew to his cheek.

"He did this?"

Devin lifted his shoulders.

"We're brothers. Brothers fight. They also love each other."

"My family abandoned me a long time ago," Lena whispered. "Baby Catherine is all I have."

"That isn't entirely true," Devin objected. "You have us."