Cosima and Sarah shoot up from the couch. Helena is already running toward Ferdinand, anger in her eyes.
"Uh uh, I wouldn't do that," he says quickly, holding his hands up. "You need me."
Helena grabs his hands, pulling them behind his back. "Give me word, sestra. I'll break his neck."
"Wait, Helena," Cosima orders, walking toward Ferdinand. "Where's Delphine?" she shouts.
Ferdinand laughs. "She's gone. Totally fried. She couldn't handle it here. We've taken care of her."
Cosima feels her tears coming, but holds them back. "Where did you take her?" She knows Delphine is still alive. She can feel it. She can't be dead, not after all of this.
"You really think I will tell you? Even if you found her, she's completely useless. Her brain couldn't handle any of it. She won't even recognize you," he spits.
Sarah walks over to Ferdinand, grabbing his neck. "You piece of shite, tell us where you've taken her," she screams.
Ferdinand chokes before she lets him go. He begins to laugh again. "You think you can torture me? I'll never give anything up. In fact, I rather enjoy it," he grins.
"Maybe you need a little encouragement."
Cosima looks up to see Art walking in the room. He is closely followed by Scott and Mrs. S. She is dragging someone else behind her.
The woman is bound and gagged.
Rachel.
Cosima's eyes go wide.
"I thought we might need some insurance," Art tells them. "Looks like I was right."
Cosima can't believe her eyes. Rachel looks completely different. Her hair has grown longer, her features no longer seem as rigid as they once were. She is dressed in a grey prison jumpsuit, but as she stares at them, Cosima recognizes that look. It's the same. The same evil nature she always had.
Mrs. S sits her down on a chair, securing her arms and legs to it.
"That's right Ferdinand," Mrs. S starts, "By the way, so nice to see you again. Never thought I'd get the pleasure. I am certainly going to enjoy this. How do you feel about us torturing your precious Rachel?"
Ferdinand's face is somber now. He's no longer laughing. "You don't have the guts to do it," he states.
"Oh, you don't know me very well, love," Mrs. S answers, taking out her knife. "Perhaps I'll begin with this lovely face. Or maybe right here." She brings the knife behind Rachel's ear and makes a sharp, deep cut as blood trickles down.
Rachel looks at Ferdinand, screaming. He falls to his knees. "Stop!" he instructs.
Cosima steps in toward him, her rage taking her over. "Tell me where she is right now, or we'll keep going. We'll sic Helena on her and then she'll be in real trouble," she yells.
"You ruined everything," he shouts. "We were on the verge of a breakthrough. Rachel, my love, I'm sorry, I've failed you."
Rachel looks at him intensely, scowling despite her gagged mouth.
"I said, where is she?" Cosima screams.
"I told my men to take her somewhere to let her rot. She's probably dead already," he spits.
"Where? Where did they take her?"
"How am I supposed to know? Somewhere on this goddamn island. I don't know. Everyone's gone. I shut down the experiment this morning," he answers. "There's no one left to get your answers from. So kill me, I don't care. That's all I know."
When Cosima hears Ferdinand's words, she knows they can't waste any more time. She looks around. "We have to go, NOW!" she yells. "If Delphine is on this island, we have to find her immediately. She'll die out there when it gets dark."
"Ok, Siobhan, can we leave you with them?" Art asks, "We'll split up, search as much of the island as we can."
"I've got this," she assures, beginning to tie Ferdinand up. She turns to Cosima. "Go. Go find her."
They all head out at a hurried pace. "Alright," Art says, "We need a plan."
"I think we should head toward the camp," Cosima interjects. "The rest of the island is forest and will be very difficult to get through. I can't imagine they left her in the middle of…" She stops herself, unable to think about what state Delphine could be in right now, if she's even out there….alive.
"Let's go, Cos." Sarah sees Cosima retreating back into her head and tries to get her to focus on the task at hand.
"I'll have the helicopter circle the island, search the woods," Art tells them, turning to talk into his radio.
They set out. There is maybe an hour of daylight left. They have to move quickly.
Cosima has the strangest sense of deja vu as she walks. She remembers the feeling she had when she had guided Charlotte. She had been so scared that night, but knew she needed to be strong for the girl. She thought they were going to die that night. The exhaustion had been unbearable, her body giving up.
At least Charlotte had been able to receive the cure before it was too late. She had gone to live with Allison and is now living a life away from all this, with Oscar and Gemma as her siblings. At least something good had come out of it all.
"Do you know where you're going, Cos?" Sarah asks.
"Yes," Cosima states, firmly. She had been lost that night, but afterwards, she learned this island well, when she had searched for Delphine. All that time, back and forth between the camp and the house, desperately seeking answers.
She continues to lead them, walking at a furious pace. Her mind wanders to what Ferdinand had said. She won't even recognize you. What if he was right? What if what they had done to her was too much? She couldn't entertain the thought. One step at a time.
The light is fading as they come upon the camp. It looks so different than it did that night. There is no warmth there. Just stillness, emptiness, the huts still standing, solemn, eerie.
"Let's split up and search them," Art instructs.
They all walk in different directions, but Cosima heads straight toward the one. The one. She has to check there first. She slowly approaches the door. It is not inviting as it was that night. There is no light, no fire, nobody coming out to greet her.
She pulls the door open. It's dark inside. As the light from the door washes over the yurt, she lets her eyes adjust. She steps inside and her heart stops as she sees the form huddled in the corner.
Blonde curls. Light skin.
It's her.
