"Help me get her up," Scott says.
Cosima feels herself being hoisted up as her eyes flutter open. She sees Scott next to her and another guy that she recognizes from one of her classes.
"Scott, shit, I'm ok, I'm ok," Cosima insists, sitting down at the table.
"Thanks Joe," Scott says to the other guy, "I think we're ok. I've got it from here."
Scott turns to Cosima. "What the hell happened there? That was scary. You fell and almost cracked your head open on the table."
"Scott," Cosima starts, "I talked to her again. But I don't know what she was trying to tell me. She mentioned Rachel."
"Rachel? I thought she was in jail," Scott asks, confused.
"She is."
"DId she say anything else?" Scott inquires.
"She just kept saying Rachel's eye over and over."
"That is strange," Scott begins to think. "Why would she say that?" he ponders.
"I don't know. What does that have to do with anything?" she asks.
"Well, don't you remember, after Rachel was taken in, we learned all about her eye that the Neolutionists gave her...you know...after we took her eye out… She could see things in other places through that eye," Scott explains.
"So, what does that mean? The Neolutionists have her?" Cosima wonders.
"Shit, Cosima," Scott realizes something, "Not only that, but maybe she's trying to tell you something about what is happening to her, how she's communicating with you."
"Oh my god, Scott, you're a genius!" Cosima responds, jumping up from her chair. "The Neolutionists must have put some sort of device in her brain that's allowing her to do this."
"But the Neolutionists have been gone for years. No one knows where they went," Scott replies.
"I know. Maybe they went underground. And they took Delphine with them," Cosima remarks.
"But why? Why did they take her? Why did they lie to you about her being at that camp?" Scott wonders out loud.
"I don't know, Scott," Cosima states, putting her hand up to her forehead. "But we have to find her. Now more than ever. She needs me. She needs us."
"Ok, what do we do now?"
"I need more information, and quick. I need to go back. I'm going home to focus," Cosima says, grabbing her things and walking swiftly toward the door.
"I'm coming with you," Scott agrees, following her.
"No, Scotty, you don't have to."
"Cosima, I've always been there for you. We've been through everything together. This is no different. And I need to make sure you don't die. That would suck," he says.
Cosima smiles. "Ok, fine, nerd."
Cosima gets closer to Delphine, their lips barely grazing, while their bodies press against each other. Cosima can feel her hips push into Delphine's warmth as she throws her arms around her neck. She can feel Delphine wrap her arms around her waist, pressing into her, pulling her closer.
Their lips touch for the briefest of moments as Cosima's breath gets heavier. She closes her eyes. Delphine pulls her in, consuming her, surrounding her, the feeling electric. Cosima knows she is safe, for at least this one moment, she is safe in Delphine's arms. Delphine backs up all of a sudden, and when Cosima opens her eyes, she's gone. She tries to call out for her but she's gone.
"Delphine!" Cosima yells.
Scott comes running into the room. "Hey, you're awake, you're awake," he comforts, "Did you talk to her again?"
"No," Cosima replies, grief stricken, "She...that wasn't a memory...it was just a dream...just a regular dream...fuck." The dream brought back all the feelings she had when Delphine had disappeared. The closeness she felt, the kiss, the feeling of home that she got for the briefest of moments when they kissed. And then the terrible despair when she was gone. "Fuck."
"You ok? What happened?" Scott asks.
"Just you know, my heart breaking over and over again...that's all," Cosima attempts to joke.
Scott sits down on the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry."
Cosima puts her hands on the sides of her head. "I was trying to focus on memories and then I think I fell asleep, and had an actual dream for once."
"Well, you can try again in a little bit," he soothes, "I ordered pizza. It should be here soon. You should try to eat something."
Cosima looks up at Scott. He always takes care of her. "Thanks, that actually sounds really good."
She follows him out into the living room as the pizza arrives, and they sit in silence, eating for a moment.
Scott breaks the silence. "So," he starts, "When are you going to tell your family about all this?"
"When I have some answers," Cosima states.
"They're going to support you. They love you, but they're not going to be happy that you kept this from them. You should tell them sooner rather than later," Scott tries to persuade.
Cosima sighs. "They didn't even believe me. I'll tell them when I have something."
"Ok, I know I'm not going to win this argument, just voicing my opinion," Scott replies.
"I know," Cosima answers. She finishes eating before standing up to go back to the bedroom. "I think I'm going to lie down for the night. My mind is so tired."
"Ok, but I'm staying. I'll sleep on the couch if you don't mind," Scott says.
"Ok, thanks, Scotty. Goodnight."
Cosima gets ready for bed and is asleep before her head even hits the pillow.
Everything is dark around her, except for the flicker of light up ahead. She's there again. The hallway. It's cold, so cold.
"Cosima…"
She can hear the whisper again. She picks up her feet. They actually move this time. She is more determined, more motivated, knowing Delphine needs her. She needs to know where she is, why she's in this hallway. She moves quickly now, her hand feeling the wall at her side. She follows the light. It gets brighter, bigger as she moves toward it. She's almost there.
"Cosima…"
The voice is louder now, still a whisper, but not as faint as it was before. She tries to speak, but cannot.
The light is there, right in front of her. There is a door, half open. She reaches her hand out, shoves it open. The light is blinding. She squints blocking her eyes from the white light searing into her skull.
Her eyes adjust eventually and she is able to look around. She stands in the doorway. The room is all white, nothing in it, except one thing. A metal framed twin bed in the center of the room.
And on it, Delphine, dressed all in white, her limbs shackled, wires sticking out of every inch of her head.
Cosima gasps, unable to breath for a moment. It's her. It's actually her.
She runs over to the bed, calling Delphine's name, but she doesn't turn to look at her. She is staring straight up at the ceiling, her eyes glazed over.
"Delphine, I'm here, I'm here," Cosima says, suddenly able to speak. She begins to pull the wires away, putting her hands on Delphine's face. She looks so white, and so cold. Cosima tries to hold her tears back as she tries to wake her. She can't get all the wires out. There are far too many, and some of them are stuck so far in she is afraid to pull them out.
"Delphine, please, look at me...look at me...I'm here," she chokes, her fingers frantic on Delphine's face.
Delphine blinks once. Just once, but Cosima can see the flicker of understanding there. She tries again to speak to her. "Delphine, can you hear me?" she asks.
Delphine's eyes move slightly to look at Cosima and she gets the same look of fear in them that she recognizes from the camp memory. "Co...Cos...Cosima?" she stutters, her mouth barely moving as she speaks.
"Oh," Cosima lets out a whimper as her tears stream down her face. "Yes, Delphine, it's me. Please, we have to get you out of here."
Delphine shakes her head frantically. "Someone's com...coming...go...go…" she stumbles.
"What? Who? Delphine, I'm not leaving you here," Cosima protests.
"Fer...Ferd…" Delphine mumbles, "Ferdinand." She looks at Cosima with wide, fearful eyes. "This is it. He knows."
Delphine turns her head suddenly away from Cosima.
The entire room goes white and Cosima's world goes dark.
Cosima wakes up with a panicked scream. Scott is by her bedside in two seconds, holding her, soothing her. "It's ok, it's ok."
Tears are streaming down her face. "Scott, she's alive. She's alive," she chokes, grabbing at him for any sort of comfort, "But she's so scared, oh my god, Scott, she's so scared."
Cosima's heart feels like it has been ripped from her chest. The pain is radiating throughout her entire body. She feels like she could die from the sheer exhaustion of it all.
"Ok, what happened? DId she say anything?" he asks.
Cosima takes a deep breath, wiping her tears away. "She said Ferdinand was coming."
"Ferdinand? No one's heard from him in years. Maybe he went underground with the Neolutionists?" Scott inquires.
Cosima shakes her head. "This doesn't make any sense. Ferdinand hates Neolutionists. Why would he be working with them?"
"He hates Neolutionists," Scott pauses, "but he loves Rachel. Maybe she's pulling the strings behind this whole thing."
"Scott, Delphine said this was it. That he knows. Do you think...do you think that means we can't communicate anymore? Oh god, what are we going to do?" Cosima sobs into her hands, the frustration pouring out of her.
Scott takes a deep breath. "Cosima," he says as he puts his hand on her shoulder. "It's time. It's time to tell your family."
