Thank goodness for Scott. Cosima has never been so happy to have someone with her. Scott had followed her back to school like a lost puppy, and she couldn't be more grateful. As she gets into the lab that morning, she spots him already diligently working on one of his many projects. He looks up as she walks in.
"Hey!" he exclaims, with the goofy grin he always has on his face. "Good morning. I got you coffee. It's over there."
Cosima smiles. "Scotty, you are the best. You know that?"
Scott blushes. "Uh huh…"
Cosima sits down at the table across from Scott, burying her head in her hands for a moment as she feels the pounding in her head again.
"You ok?" Scott asks.
"Uh, yeah, yeah," Cosima answers, "Just a headache."
"You seem to be having a lot of those lately," he replies.
Cosima closes her eyes for a moment and her head pulses quickly, slamming her into another memory.
Delphine is wearing shorts and a tank top, standing in front of the stove. She turns around as she hears Cosima come out of the bedroom.
"Eggs?"
Cosima nods, still sleepy. She walks over to pour herself some coffee.
Cosima is standing at the bedroom door, looking at Delphine standing in front of the stove. She turns.
"Eggs?"
Cosima looks down. She is holding her coffee already. She nods.
Cosima is standing, watching Delphine.
"Eggs?"
"What...Delphine?" Cosima is sitting at the counter, eggs in front of her.
Cosima is standing. Delphine is at the stove. She does not turn around.
"Cosima..."
Cosima tries to respond but can't open her mouth.
"Cosima..."
Delphine turns. "Eggs?"
"Delphine? What is going—"
"Cosima!" she feels someone yelling, shaking her. Her head is on her hands on the table in front of her. She opens her eyes to see a worried, bespectacled face in front of her.
"Cosima, are you ok?" Scott inquires, a panicked look in his eyes.
"What? What happened?" Cosima asks, confused.
"I don't know. One minute we were talking about your headache and then all of a sudden, your head was down on the table and you were out," he replies, "I tried to wake you a few times. I thought you passed out. What's going on with you?"
"I...I don't know," Cosima fumbles, "Scott, I think something weird is going on."
"Weird? Like how?"
"Like, ok, I'm going to tell you something and it's going to sound crazy, but I need you to hear me out," Cosima pleads.
"Cosima, I don't think anything really is too crazy to be true anymore," Scott notes, "After all the super secret clone shit and everything."
Cosima takes a deep breath. "Ok," she starts, "So you know how I thought I saw Delphine that night at the camp when I was very sick?"
Scott nods, taking a seat next to her.
"Well, ever since then, I haven't lost hope that it was true. That it was real. And I know everyone thinks I'm crazy. But I never stopped thinking about it. And now...now something really strange is going on and I don't know how to describe it, but I think it's connected to her...to Delphine."
Scott puts his hand on Cosima's shoulder. "Cosima," he answers, "We've talked about this. You know she died at DYAD."
"I don't know that," she replies firmly, "Scott, if anyone will believe me, it will be you. Please, give me a chance. Let me tell you what's been going on."
Scott inhales deeply and nods. "Ok. I just don't want you to keep harping on this...on her. It's unhealthy."
Cosima closes her eyes for a moment, holding back her tears. "I'm not harping on anything. This is real. I can feel it."
"Ok, tell me what's going on," he gives in.
Cosima looks at him intently. "Ok, so about a month ago, I started having these dreams. I'm in some sort of building. It's dark, there's a flickering light at the end of the hallway, but I can never seem to get there. At first I thought it was some weird stress dream, being back at school and all, but it keeps coming back and then, recently, something really strange started happening."
"I'm in the hallway, and it's always been silent, but recently, I've been hearing whispers. Someone is whispering my name. I didn't know who it was at first, but now I know...it's her...it's Delphine."
"Cosima, it's just a dream. Your mind is playing tricks on you," Scott tells her.
"No, Scott," she states, "I'm telling you. I can feel this differently than I've felt any dream before. And then, it gets weirder. I've been having these intense memories, like really really intense, like my brain is all of a sudden pushing memories forward and forcing me into this weird sleep state to replay them in my mind. But they're different. They're memories, but they change sometimes, like they're not the way I remember them exactly."
"Your mind changes things all the time, Cosima," Scott reasons.
"I know, but here's the strangest part. I've started to hear that same whisper in these memories. It's so faint, but I know it's her voice...I just know it. And I can't help but think it means something," Cosima pauses, swallowing. "Scott, what if she's out there? What if I stopped looking for her and she needs me? I would never forgive myself."
Scott looks at her, seeing the pain in her eyes. "Cosima," he begins, taking a deep breath. "You think she's somehow trying to communicate with you telepathically? Now, I never thought I'd say this to you, but you do sound a little crazy."
"Scott!," she yells, "Please, I know it sounds crazy, but I feel something. It's deep. I can't explain it fully, but I can't just ignore it. Don't you see? I practically just passed out there! That's not normal! Something is going on."
"Ok, ok," Scott tries to soothe, "Let's say for a second that I do believe you. What do we do now?"
"I don't know!" Cosima shouts, before calming herself down. "Ok, look, that's what we have to figure out. Can you humor me just for a little while? Please? I need your help. Can we put our minds together and see what comes of it? If I'm totally wrong, then I'll have to live with that, but I can't not try."
Scott nods. "Ok, ok, I'll do it for you because you're my best friend."
"Thank you, Scotty," Cosima smiles, getting up to give him a hug. "Best friend? I'm your only friend, duh."
"You're a jerk," he replies.
"But you love me," she smirks.
Scott gives a half grin and a chuckle. "Ok," he says, "So, when do these memories happen? Is there something that triggers them?"
Cosima shakes her head. "I don't think so. It's like they're coming from an external force, like someone is making it happen. I do tend to get headaches right before though."
"Well, maybe we should run a brain scan the next time you go through one of these episodes. We can take a look at what's happening," Scott suggests.
"But how are we going to know when I'm going to have a memory again?" Cosima asks, "Just sit near the MRI machine until I get a massive headache?"
"Well, yeah," Scott replies.
"That sounds like fun," Cosima responds, sarcastically.
"Well, it seems to be the only way," Scott answers, "I can sneak us in after hours."
"Can't wait."
The day moves slowly, knowing that they both have to stay late to try to figure this out. Cosima doesn't have any more headaches, which lasts into the night, as they sit and wait. They finally go home, resolving to try again tomorrow.
The next few days they try to no avail. It's not until Friday evening, when they are sitting outside the room, eating takeout, that Cosima's head starts pounding.
"Shit, Scott, it's happening," Cosima states.
Scott jumps up. "Let's go."
He gets Cosima into the machine before her head feels like it's going to split open. She blacks out, the memory coming fast.
Cosima is in her hospital bed. She feels the cannula in her nose and looks up to see Delphine. She is crying. Cosima looks at her, concerned.
"What's wrong?"
"I've made a terrible mistake," Delphine answers, starting to sob.
"What have you done?" Cosima asks, terrified.
Delphine cries.
"Cosima..."
"What?" She looks around, realizing the voice didn't come from Delphine.
"I've made a terrible mistake," Delphine tells her.
"You...you already—"
Delphine is starting to cry.
"Cosima..."
Cosima sits up, looking, searching. Delphine is not paying her any attention, like she doesn't see her.
"What's going on? Delphine? Is that you?" Cosima asks, frantically.
She feels herself moving. What's happening?
She's moving. She realizes she's being moved out of the machine.
"No, wait, Scott, wait," she yells, "I was trying to talk to her. She was there, Scott, I heard her, please." Tears come to her eyes.
Scott rushes over. "That's not how it works, Cosima. I can't put you back."
Cosima looks at him. "Please tell me you saw something."
Scott stares at her intensely. "Holy shit, did I see something. You've gotta see this."
