Myles opened his eyes and found himself lying on his back. He groaned, feeling sore everywhere. He propped himself up onto his elbows and looked around, puzzled. He was on the ground of some sort of train station, and everything was white. Myles felt his heart rate pick up. Where was he?! He went to sit up when the pain hit him, and he yelped.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," a voice said.

"Whoa!" Myles shouted, seeing a girl suddenly appear beside him. She held up her hands.

"It's all right. I won't hurt you," she said. Myles stared at her. He had never seen her before in his life.

"Where are we?" he asked.

"I suspect it's limbo," she answered thoughtfully. Her British accent was a little thick, but Myles could still understand her. Her shoulder length straight black hair was hanging over part of her face, and her bright blue eyes were looking at him curiously. She was slender, and there was a very noticeable scar on her cheek going down diagonally to her neck as well as other bruises on her arms and a black eye. He put her in her early to mid teens.

"What happened to you?" he asked, sitting up slowly and wincing from the pain.

"Car accident," she said matter-of-factly. "My parents were there too, but they're not here, so either they're alive or they're dead."

"Oh," he responded.

"And you? You look pretty bad," she said, gesturing. Myles touched his face, feeling more pain.

"I got beat up."

"You lost I assume?"

"Unfortunately."

"Well, that's too bad," she said, sitting on the bench. "But it's nice to have some company at least."

"So, you said this is limbo?" Myles asked, confused.

"Yes. I can only assume I'm in a coma," she answered. "That means you are too. I admit I'm surprised that you ended up here with me, but perhaps we are in the same hospital?"

"I'd be in D.C.," he said.

"I am too," she nodded.

"I'm very confused," he admitted. He rested the palm of his hand on his forehead. "What's with the train station?"

"I guess when the time comes, we get on a train either going forward or going back," she shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine really."

Myles worked to regulate his breathing. So he wasn't dead, but he wasn't conscious either. This wasn't the best situation to be in.

"Can I do anything to...move it along?" he asked. She shrugged.

"Couldn't tell you."

"All right. Then I guess we're stuck here together," Myles sighed. "What's your name?"

"Emily," she said, smiling finally.

"I'm Myles."

"Nice to meet you, Myles," she grinned. "Welcome to Limbo."

...

Jack's arm was throbbing badly when they finally caught up to D. He hadn't said much in the last hour, and Bobby didn't have to see his friend's face to know he was very distraught. Once the car was parked, Jack threw the door open and charged towards D. Bobby was on his heels.

"Where are they?" he demanded. D had a pained expression on his face.

"I don't know," he confessed. Jack stared at him in shock and then looked out at the sight before him. Two torched cars were burning away in front of them.

"What do you mean, you don't know?" Jack said, frustrated.

"They split up," D replied. "I think there was five of them, six including Sue. They've all taken different cars at different rendezvous points. We lost them."

"So, she's just gone," Jack said, stunned. Her scream echoed in his brain, and he swallowed down the bile that was threatening to overtake him.

"I've got everyone looking for her," D reassured him. "They can't go public with her without someone noticing."

"They could be halfway to Europe by now, D!" Jack shouted.

"No. All transportation avenues have been made aware of the situation. Anything suspicious, and they call us."

"They can still drive, D."

"We set up check points at the borders. Sue will not leave this state, Jack. They are forced to hide here, and we will find them."

"She's gonna be so scared," Jack said thickly.

"She's tough, mate," Bobby told him, gripping his shoulder. "She's been in this type of situation before."

"I hope you're right," Jack responded. He looked out at the horizon, searching. When he did find her, he wasn't going to let a second go by without telling her the truth about the way he felt about her.

...

"Coffee," Tara said, startling Lucy out of her doze. She moved from her current position of being propped by her hand on the nightstand beside Myles's bed. The beeps of the monitors were the only thing proving he was alive. That and the life support machine moving his chest up and down even though Lucy knew that usually didn't mean anything.

"Thanks," she said, accepting the cup from Tara.

"I heard from D. They lost Sue," Tara said quietly. Lucy felt her heart sink. D had left Myles with them once he heard the bombers were on the move. He had promised to keep them updated.

"If they could do this to Myles..." she started, but she couldn't finish. It was too difficult to even think of.

"D said he's got everything locked down. They can't leave D.C. with her without us knowing," Tara reassured her.

"I find that hard to believe," Lucy replied.

"I have to believe it otherwise I can't function," Tara sighed. She looked at Myles, who looked almost peaceful. Lucy shared her gaze.

"Do you think he can hear us?" she asked Tara.

"I don't know."

"I hope he's not scared. I hope he's safe."

"I hope so too," Tara nodded. She cleared her throat, the burning of the tears making her choke. They just weren't a team without Myles.

...

"How long have you been here?" Myles asked, finally able to sit beside Emily. He looked around a little, taking in all the whiteness. It was almost blinding.

"I lost track, but I don't think it's been too long," she answered. Myles just nodded. He didn't really know what else to say. He got thinking about Sue after a while, and he wondered what had happened to her.

"You look sad," Emily noticed.

"Just thinking about a coworker," he said, twisting his hands together. How could it have ended so badly? They had been so sure everything was going to be easy.

"Is that why you ended up here? A job gone wrong?" she asked, teasing almost.

"Yea," he nodded. Her grin faded.

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"It's all right."

"If you don't mind my asking, what do you do?"

"I'm an FBI agent," he answered.

"Wow. That's cool," she said. "So you were on some kind of bust then?"

"You could say that. Bombers. My coworker and I were undercover, but they found us out. She's...she's either with them or dead now," he said, grimacing.

"I'm sorry," Emily said again. Myles sighed.

"Nothing we could have done really. I didn't see it coming."

"I bet she's just fine," Emily declared.

"You're very optimistic," Myles said sarcastically.

"I have to be. I'm not one to just lay down and die," Emily snorted. "I bet your coworker is escaping as we speak."

"She is resourceful," Myles admitted. "I hope she got Levi out too."

"Levi?"

"Her hearing dog."

"She's deaf?"

"Yes."

"Oh cool! I know some signs," Emily said, demonstrating. Myles watched.

"I recognize 'friend,'" he said, pointing.

"I'm not as good as I want to be, but when I wake up, I'm going to take more lessons," Emily vowed.

"If we both get out of here, and she's still alive, I'll introduce you to her so she can teach you for free," Myles promised. Emily grinned at him.

"You're all right, Myles," she said. "You're all right."

...

Sue opened her eyes and found they were still in a car. She was in the backseat. She turned her head to see Will driving. No one else was with them.

"Hello," he said, catching sight of her moving.

"Where are we?" she asked.

"I can't really tell you that, can I?" he chuckled.

"Where are the others?"

"We split up. We'll meet up with Pete to swap you off and fool your friends. For now, just enjoy the ride," Will said, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. Sue closed her eyes briefly before opening them again and looking at the houses passing by. Somewhere along the way, they had changed her binds to have her hands in front and not behind her back.

"Water?" he asked, holding up a bottle. Even though she was nervous of what was in it, she was thirsty.

"Okay."

"I didn't touch it," he promised. "See? Cap is still sealed." He opened it for her and handed it back to her.

"Thank you."

"I'm not a total asshole," he winked. "Got some snacks here too if you're interested." He handed her a granola bar. Sue ate it hungrily, not even caring. She hadn't eaten in a long time.

"What are you going to do with me?" she asked after a while.

"Not sure yet," Will answered thoughtfully. "That's really up to Henry."

"You could just drop me off. I wouldn't reveal any of you," Sue tried.

"You must really think I'm that stupid," Will snorted. "You've obviously got a file on one of us, if not all of us, if you were doing an undercover job with us."

"Just Henry," Sue admitted. "The rest of you, I wouldn't have to mention."

"Sorry sweetheart," Will said. "Not happening."

Sue felt very hopeless then. If she couldn't talk her way out of this, then there was no chances of getting free before seeing Henry again. The thought of that made her blood run cold. She desperately wanted to see Jack, to know he was all right. She wanted to go back in time and change this entire thing, but that wasn't possible. She rested her cheek against the glass and watched the world pass by. For now, all she could do was wait.

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