Sitting on the plane; Sam, Clover, and Britney looked at the holographic projection of Jerry's face before them. Sam and Clover still looked pale, grim looks deep within their eyes. Those calls were still very fresh in their minds, the words continued to flow through their ears like water.

"Did you get out safely, Jerry?" Britney asked.

"We did," Jerry paused, answering Britney's question. "We now have full control of this case, girls."

"That means we have to be more cautious," Britney sighed.

"I was afraid of that," Sam replied.

"Me too," Clover added.

"Sam, Clover," Jerry paused. "Don't get discouraged now."

Sam and Clover nodded as they both glanced up. Their mission was to stop Wilber Reads and save the ones they loved; this included Willam Reads for Alex. Britney gave the two of them a reassuring smile.

"We will take care of Alex in our medical unit back at headquarters," Jerry added. "We will leave Wilber Reads to you. Do be careful, girls."

"Be careful yourself, Jerry," Sam said.

Jerry gave a small nod as the projection turned off. Clover glanced from both Sam and Britney.

"What now?" She questioned.

"Put on our halters," Sam answered. "We are gonna have to parachute out."

…

Distantly, she could hear the sound of mourns gathering into a nearby church chapel. Opening her eyes, Alex looked at the space around her. It was unfamiliar to her, but the sky was familiar as if it was a long lost friend.

"What's going on?" Alex asked herself quietly. "Am I dreaming?"

Wearing a calf length white dress, Alex began walking towards the sound where she heard the mourners. The large cobalt building stood before her, the Church of Beverly Hills. Thinking nothing much of it, Alex walked right in. The long corridor led her to a funeral procession… but for who? Alex began to look at the blurred faces of the invited guests, trying to see if any of them looked familiar to her. Not even one face seemed familiar. Alex continued down the line towards the cherry pink colored casket, seeing a Snow White like character laying inside it. However unlike the Disney movie, Alex knew this real life Snow White was dead. The woman's long black hair was braided over her shoulder, her skin was cold and white as the dread of winter, and dressed in a beautiful blue gown. Alex admired her beauty for a few moments before she could hear soft cries coming from to the right of her. She turned her head, seeing a little boy kneeling on a tall chair glancing into the casket. Alex began studying him closely: tan skin, short black hair, and sea-blue eyes.

"William?" She asked.

"Mommy, open your eyes," the young child pleaded.

He couldn't hear her. What was happening?

"Mommy!" Cried the boy. "Mommy please!"

"William, come away," an older man's voice said. "The funeral is about to begin."

Alex turned to see who was speaking. The man was tall, muscular built, dark brown hair, blue eyes, dressed in a stitched up suit, and gave off such a sinister feel. His presence gave off a familiar vibe to Alex. He was Wilber Reads, their suspect.

"Yes, Father," Young William spoke as he got off the chair and walked over to his father.

Alex's eyes widened.

"WILL!" She yelled, trying to get her voice to reach him.

There was a moment when the young version of her boyfriend and her locked eyes. Alex took a few steps closer as she reached her hand out, only to enter a world of bright light.

…

Sam, Clover, and Britney parachuted out of the plane using their C.A.S.H gadget. They landed on fresh grass, behind a brick wall. Sam pulled out her compowder to track the Homing Stick Pin signal.

"Let's see where he's hiding," Sam said.

Her compowder began beeping as it scanned through the map of Beverly Hills. The scan came to an end, the beeping stopped as an address came through.

"Where is that?" Clover asked.

"I think that is in the block that's underway for demolition," Britney answered.

"Only one way to find out," Sam replied.

…

Alex opened her eyes as she sighed, feeling numb. She had that dream again. Was there something that she needed to see? Was there something she needed to know? Was there something that could help them in this mission? Whatever it was, Alex couldn't put her finger on it. Alex soon began glancing around the room. It smelt like a medical unit. Was she… at WOOHP?

…..

Sam, Clover, and Britney used their motorcars to drive to the location where the Homing Stick Pin was. Sam was leading the group. In the back of her mind, she was praying and hoping for the strength to save David; she was hoping that David was doing okay. Behind Sam was Clover. Clover was thinking the same thing as Sam, only for Connor. Even though they barely know each other, Clover cared for him. And she wasn't about to let him slip away from her fingers! At the end was Britney. She was hoping for the very best for everyone: Sam, Clover, Alex, David, Connor, and William.

"David," Sam muttered.

"Connor," sighed Clover.

"Keep your chins up, girls," Britney said. "They are counting on you."

…..

Chained, bruised, and exhausted; David had leaned his back against the wall. He wasn't the only one in the room though. Connor was in the same boat as him. Connor was also chained, bruised, and exhausted. And so was William. They all looked at each other awkwardly.

"How do you know Clover, David?" Connor asked.

"We went to high school together," answered David. "How do you know her?"

"She showed me the way to the testing center on campus," Connor replied, answering David's question. "She spoke like an angel, she's very friendly. I picture that's how you describe Sam?"

"Yes," David paused. "I'd have to add smart, beautiful. She's got these beautiful green eyes that are like a siren! They just draw you in."

"Clover's eyes are as blue as sea," Connor said. "I felt like I was drowning when I saw them when we first met."

William gave a small smile. They were able to talk about those they loved through this dark time. He knew that Sam and Clover were coming to save them. He had no right to speak, not after his father scarred Alex's chest.

"Alex reminds me of that angel in the white dress I saw at my mother's funeral," William said softly. "I don't remember much of the angel's features. All I can remember is her black hair and brown eyes."