When Rip woke up again, he was lying in his bed. He didn´t know how he got there but he thought that it was better that way. Probably Sara or Martin had told Mick to lift him up and bring him to bed. Not a really pleasant thought. When he stood up to dress himself, burning memories ran through his mind and he found himself wincing on the floor. Broken pieces of what he had done formed in his mind and he knew what had happened when he was...well, no himself. It felt as if he was present as if he really did all of that with free will all by himself. He could feel Sara´s neck give away when he took her life. Rip was sick. How could he ever have done something like that? How? Rip closed his eyes. He didn´t know how long he had been lying there before the door to his room was opened.

"Rip!" Sara said kneeling down next to him. She wanted to lift Rip´s body up a bit but remembered his first reaction of her doing that when they were in his mind. She was releaved but also concerned when he whispered

"M´sorry, Sara, I am so sorry" over and over again. He fell asleep simply out of exhaustion while she was holding him in her arms. She lifted him up again and laid him in his bed, leaving him to rest. She knew that Rip would probably not remember that this ever happened but it was fine with her because that would be easier for him

When Rip woke up two hours later he felt a little bit better. He stayed in bed and looked at the ceiling thinking about the things he did and that he could do nothing that would make it easier for his team. He was scared about meeting all of them again after all that had happened and wanted to prepare himself for the worst. Later he stood up and put his usual clothes on. When he put on his coat again Sara came in and looked at him happy to have him back.

"Nice to see that it all still fits" she said with a smile and Rip turned around. He was still a bit jumpy but everything was better than the evil Rip.

"Yeah, it seems so" Rip looked down at himself then he looked up and his facial expression changed from amusement to deep and true sadness when he looked at Sara.

"I am really sorry Sara" he said lowering his gaze to the ground, readying himself for whatever was coming next.

"So you do remember." It was more of a statement than a question and Rip looked to the ground.

"Everything" he glimpsed at Sara´s neck and she understood. There were no more words that could have been spoken between the both of them and Rip felt unpleasant. Sara left to go to the others and soon Rip had to follow her, heart pounding against his chest.

He entered the bridge only moments later and everyone was there staring at him. After a very awkward greeting of all team members – it was obvious that most of them didn´t trust him anymore – Sara asked him for the one thing they got him back for in the first place, the location of the spear fragment.