— I found the man from my dreams.

After this short and truly inconclusive sentence, she begins to sob and cry. I had never seen her that way before, not even when we met for the first time in the interrogation room. She looks so fragile now, paler than normal.

I wrap my arms around her and pull her into a hug. After some time like this, I put some distance between us, just enough to look into her eyes, but she avoids it.

— Jane — she still doesn't look at me. Something is wrong. — Jane, look at me — then she stares at me. Her eyes are red, she seems to be scared and that worries me deeply — Jane, I'm here, talk to me. What do you mean you found the man from your dreams? What does that mean? — I speak fondly.

She doesn't answer me, she only sinks her head on my chest and whispers

something like — Take me home, please.

So, I let her go — Wait here — I give her a long kiss on her head. I get out of the car and I hear footsteps behind me.

— Weller, is everything alright over here? — I turn around and I see Tasha.

— Yes, yes — I look at Jane again, now she hides her face trying to wipe the tears — I Just need you to take care of the situation, remember to tell me anything you discover — I say while walking around the car to get into the driver's side and Tasha follows me.

— Kurt — she speaks softly — is really everything alright? — She nods toward the side of the car where Jane is. — What's wrong with her?

— I don't know, but I have to take her home. — Tasha doesn't reply, only nods in agreement. I get in the car and speak again — Don't forget to tell me any news about the case, talk to some residents of the area, someone must have seen something. I'll be back as soon as I can — she nods again and goes back inside the building, talking to some cops who had also arrived.

I realize Jane stares at me. What the hell is going on?

— Kurt, I ... — she speaks with a trembling voice and I interrupt her.

— Calm down, everything's ok, we're going home — I tell her softly and smile at her. I need to know what's happening.

The way to the Safe House was surrounded by a devastating silence, but at least she had stopped crying; I look at her when we stopped at a sign and she's looking at something out the window, she looks very focused; I seek for that something or someone that she can be looking at, but I don't see anything special. Maybe she's just trying to think, but I can't deny I would like to know what goes on in her mind.

I park in front of her house and right away one of the security guards appears.

— Sir? — Albert speaks — Anything I can do?

— No, Albert, I just brought her home — I say getting out of the car and going to open the door for Jane.

— It's everything alright? Really? She seems ... — Albert doesn't finish his sentence and I interrupt him.

— Yes, Albert, everything is ok, we are coming in. — I look at Jane, she heads towards the door and opens it. Then I get in immediately and close the door — This is one of the reasons I have hired Albert, always ... — now it's my turn to be interrupted by Jane .

— Kurt, I ... Let me talk, okay? I ... I have to tell you something — she speaks indicating me to sit on her little couch and I do so.

— I'm all ears — I say already curious to know what she has to tell me.

She sighs and sits on the coffee table in front of me.

— I'm going to try to tell this so please let me talk. If I don't do this now I don't know if I'll be able to do it later. — she sighs again Yesterday, after I left the front of your apartment, I was quietly walking back home when some men surprised me, and ... They were very strong, I couldn't get rid of them. — She pauses and I close my fists thinking about what might have happened to her and I start looking for bruises on her, but can't find any. She continues — They took me to some place and tied me lying ... And when they removed what was covering my face ... — she takes a break and swallows — Carter was there. — I knew it! I knew it, it could only have been something involving that ... I take her arms to look at her wrists and they are just a little red. How did I not realize before?

She gets up and begins to walk around the room and I follow her with my eyes — He asked me questions about who I was and why I had been sent to the FBI ... And after I told him I didn't know none of the answers he ... he took a drill — at that moment I turn her around to me and look into her eyes.

— Jane, I'm sorry, but why didn't you tell me this before? — I look at her.

— Let me talk! — She exclaims nervous and sits on the couch — it was not just that.

— Continue — I was afraid where this story could lead, but she apparently wasn't hurt.

— Carter didn't get to use the drill because someone came shooting and he had to check what was going on, then some time later he was dead in one of the building columns — she concludes.

— Did you see who shot at him, Jane? — I ask.

— At first I didn't recognize him, but I remembered it, I remembered my dreams and my memories. Oscar, that's his name, he showed me a video - she talks and I gasp, how's that? Another face of her memories? But they were not just memories, they were dreams.

— What video? — I ask.

She sighs and answers me — A video of my old self. I or s he had long hair and looked so ... confident. She said the whole plan to erase my memory, tattooing my entire body, sending me to you ... — for a first time she looked at me, her eyes were filled with tears and her always intense green eyes were now tired — it was all my plan, she said this was my mission — a tear falls from her eye and then another and another. I can't believe what I'm hearing.

— All of this, all that is happening ... Is this your plan? Is that what you're telling me? — I speak angrily but I try to control my tone.

— No, Kurt, no. It's her plan, not mine. I don't... I don't remember anything — she approaches me and I turn away from her. How can this be true?

— Kurt, you have to believe me — she asks me and I, in anger, feel a huge urge to punch something.

— No, Jane I do not know if ... — I can't finish the sentence, she tries to approach me again, I continue pulling her away — what do you expect from me, what do you expect me to say now? You're telling me that you chose me, among so many others, you chose. It means I'm part of your plan, your mission ... — I can't believe this is really happening. I'm always the one who dictate what happens and now she is the one who controls how I'm feeling, I'm part of her plan.

She faces me, crying, and whispers my name — please try to understand me. I don't know who I was before or why I chose you, but I'm not that person anymore. You know me — she tries to touch my chest and I grab her arm.

— No Jane, I do not know if I know you anymore. What's gonna happen when you remember everything? Your plan? — I say while smiling humorless — Are you gonna tell me what will happen? I don't ... I can't — I feel the urge to get out, out of that tiny space she placed between us. Her body is so close to mine, her big eyes asking me to understand her... But she also has to understand me — I ... I need some time to think about all this and then I'll decide what I'm gonna do. I pull her away and walk toward the couch — How's that? Oscar, dreams, memories, why did you never tell me about him? What kind of "dreams" you had about him? — Sure, it sounded a little more jealous than "worried about what to do" but what can I do? All I want is to punch something, something I can break. Oscar, Oscar. That name sounds in my head over and over again.

She sits next to me and I feel forced to look at her.

— Kurt ... it's not what you think. — She seeks my eyes and I walk toward the kitchen.

— No, Jane, you don't know what I'm thinking. — An explosion. I punch the kitchen table and I startle her.

— Kurt! Don't act like a child, it's not time for jealousy — she walks toward me, she's angry.

After all, how does she expects me to feel?

— I'm not ... jealous, Jane — I swallow, maybe my eyes shows I'm lying. — What else happened between you two at that meeting? — I cross my arms trying to keep a line.

— We didn't have time for anything else, Kurt. He just showed me the video and said he would explain it another time — she spoke a little more serious.

— Okay, so you arranged to meet him again? Great. — I smile ironically and walk toward the living room.

— I didn't have any other choice, Kurt, he's the only one who may have information of who I was and why I did all of this. — She talks angrier — I think I deserve to know this story until the end.

— Where is the Jane who was afraid to find out who she was before all of this? I ask staring at her.

— Where's Kurt who told me that no matter who I was or what I had done before, I was a good person? — she asks huskily and I realize I overreacted, but in my defense ... She has to understand how I feel, everything is starting to work out between us. I finally was sure that what I was doing was right ... and then that Oscar appears, having such a strong relationship with the former Jane. It's more than I can stand.

I didn't answer her question, so she sat on one of the chairs, leaned her elbows on the table and put her hands over her face. She looked tired and stressed, but I still had my doubts.

— When I had this dream, I decided to tell it to Dr. Borden, but ... —

— You decided to tell Dr. Borden instead of telling me? — I interrupt her and she stares at me severely. Her gaze was a mixture of anger, fatigue and sadness. — I didn't know how you would react, so I went to him. — She pauses. — But now I think I was right about not telling you, look at you.

Once again, I don't answer. I go to the living room and picked up the jacket I left on the couch.

— I have to get out. — I say so she, who was leaning against the kitchen door, would lead me to the front door.

Now she's the one who doesn't say a word. She just watched me leave, with her beautiful eyes on me.