The moment I parked the truck and passed security I admitted to myself that I was pissed. Becker thought he was the shit and had this all under control when obviously he didn't. As I walked down the hall I saw the man in question standing, talking to one of his 'soldiers'. "Your security system is shit," I said walking up to him. He looked over to me and the man he was speaking with walked away. "Excuse me?" he said looking just as angry as I was.

"You heard me, Becker. Your system is shit. How did no one notice someone else using Dr. Pages' badge? Huh? Nevertheless, it was a man using her badge." I yelled at him. "You think you know what you're doing but you don't." I glared at him and he glared right back.

There was a moment where I thought I could punch him with how angry I was. A brief moment my mind thought about what would happen if he hit me. Before anything further could be done or said my name came from down the hall. "Skyla! Becker! In here." Nick said from one of the labs. I broke eye contact to see where he was and with one last look to Becker walked to the lab. I noticed Sarah on the opposing wall as I settled on the same side of the room as Nick. "I was updating Dr. Page on what happened earlier. I believe this is a discussion that should involve the four of us," he explained.

Sarah looked between Becker and me, sensing the tension, before shaking her head and continuing her thoughts. "Cutter, this guy was eaten by a giant scorpion in the Silurian desert." She said looking at her hands then to Nick. "I'd say that makes him fairly dead."

She pointed out the obvious that both Nick and I knew. The man that we watched perish before our eyes with that little girl at our sides. I could never forget that man's face or his screams. I shuddered as I thought of Stephen's last moments as they rudely invaded my thoughts. "I didn't say it made sense," Cutter said, glancing over to me for assistance.

I shook my head trying to rack my brain for any logical explanation and trying to get all the memories out of my current thoughts. "Alright, it's his identical twin." Becker points out with amusement.

Something in me snapped and I wanted to physically lash out at the man. I contained my anger and looked over to him trying to remain as calm as possible. "This isn't a soap opera. There's no identical twin." I snapped glaring in his direction.

The room went silent for a moment, the growing tension was rising. Nick cleared his throat drawing attention back to the situation. "Even so, what's he doing here and going through my laundry?"

I shook my head, it didn't make any sense. My heart stopped for a moment as I tried to rack my brain for anything, literally anything else. "You killed his brother, so he steals your shirt," Becker said having a laugh with Sarah. "Look, you said it yourself. It doesn't make sense."

My voice cracked as I tried to speak. I cleared my throat and spoke my fear. "There's another option," I said looking over to Nick. "Helen."

Nick nodded his head as he thought about it. "Maybe she does have something to do with this. She employed the guy before." We stared at each other, both of us feeling the weight of the possibility of her being back. The possibility of her toying with us, with our friends, with our lives.

"Hmm. well, so now she's brought him back from the dead?" Becker said grabbing all of our attention. "Well, she's scarier than I thought."

I shook my head. "You can't even begin to guess how horrible this woman is," I said using the most down to earth voice I could. Some would say it was a pleading voice to Becker.

Nick nodded in my direction. "Rule number one. If something inexplicable happens, Helen's usually behind it. Trust me. She's back." Cutter said.

Silence enveloped the room. Neither Becker nor Sarah had ever met Helen, they had no idea how she really was, what losses she had personally caused with our tiny team. I glanced at Becker, he still had a ghost of a smirk on his face at the situation. I shook my head, disappointed in the man and his lack of calm about a situation where any reaction but calm was called for. Before the conversation could continue, I exited the room.

I walked down the hall, thinking of everything Helen had caused. Thinking I saw her around every corner, taunting me. I let out a shaky breath as I rounded the corner, thankful it was empty. I let out a large sigh as Stephen's image invaded my thoughts. The sad yet determined look on his face right before he was killed by a raptor and various other beasts. His 'I love you' echoed in my brain. I let out a sob as I collapsed to the floor. I felt the wetness of my tears hit my arm, not even realizing I had started to cry.

I felt arms wrap around mine, slowly lifting me up. I was enveloped in a hug. I don't know how long we stood there, how long I actually cried, as Nick stroked the back of my head and whispered in my ear that it was alright.

When I was finally composed we walked into his office in silence. Neither one of us spoke for several moments, not knowing what to say. Both of us fooling each other thinking we were over our last encounter with Helen. Nick cleared his throat as he nudged a glass of water in my direction. I slowly reached out to it and sipped the cool water, unaware where it came from. "Becker is new to this security thing. He will understand to trust us soon. As you know, trust takes time." Nick said. I let out a scoff, I knew he was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt but come on.

I looked up to him, my tear-streaked face pulling a little at the skin. "He's gonna make a mistake. I can't watch another friend die because of Helen." I choked out, surprised at my own voice.

He gave me a knowing nod. "Yes, but we all make mistakes. It's the human thing to do." I gave him an incredulous look before he continued. "I'll agree, he doesn't believe us. But why should he?" My brows furrowed a bit as he continued. "He just met both of us. He doesn't know what we've been through, just the stories. He doesn't trust us. Give him time and a break."

Even though I didn't admit it out loud, Nick was right. Becker was new, he probably thought of all of us as crazy nerds who got into trouble. I gave him a small nod and sipped on the water again, not wanting to admit the agreeance out loud.

Before anything else could be said Nick's mobile rang. He looked at me with a small smile and answered it. I could hear Connor's excited voice on the other line. Nick was right, the anomaly had come back as he predicted. Connor asked about the mystery man and if we were all alright. Nick gave me a look before he explained that Becker thought we were all crazy.

I got up to leave Nick with his conversation with Connor. I looked back at the man one last time before I walked out the door. I don't know what I would have done in the last couple of months without Nick. I mean we were both wrecks but at least we were able to pull each other out of the depths of chaos. I smiled at him and rounded the corner as Becker sent out a security team to the house Connor and Abby were at.

I wanted to tell Becker that I was sorry about earlier, about being rough on him and that I understood his viewpoint. Hell, a couple of months ago he didn't even know what ARC was. Let alone that dinosaurs, as well as other prehistoric creatures, had a gateway. I walked up to him before I registered what I was doing. Ready to apologize. It was then that I overheard one of the soldiers talk about how Abby was left at the house and was knocked out. My apology evaporated the moment my mouth opened.

"Is she alright?" I asked the soldier who was talking about her. He nodded before he walked off with the others. I looked over to Becker, holding my temper in. "You should have had a team out there with her."

Becker turned to me, clenching his jaw. "I much rather be out there, where I am obviously needed, than here chasing after ghosts."

His words stung, more than he probably realized. I took a step closer to him out of instinct. I don't know if it was meant to be threatening but my small height compared to him was laughable, even I could tell. "How unprofessional of you. Not being able to handle your own security in the field, apparently where you are needed most. And you can't even handle it here when you were truly needed as well."

He looked up behind me before he clenched his jaw again and looked down at me. "Coming from someone who was drunk when they were on call, it doesn't mean a whole lot to me." He spat back. Before I knew what was happening the sting from my palm made what I had just done more real. I had just slapped Becker across the face. Before he could react I felt arms around my torso pulling me away. "Instead of being an ass why don't you ask us what is needed around here you shit!" I screamed at him and Nick yelled behind me sternly to calm down. Once he deemed it safe he released me.

"Go home." He said. His tone held authority still but with a hint of disappointment. I went to open my mouth then thought better of it and walked to the locker room to grab my bag and go home.