Next morning, Oblivia.

Rand was sitting crossed-legged on the cool, oaken floor of his house, Nema sat a crossed from him shuffling a deck a cards. He had promised his daughter that he'd play a game with her, which was surprising to the ranger, Nema always preferred solitude, like her mother than indulging in a family game. Letting out a loud yawn, Rand rubbed the pads of his fingertips against his eyes. He never slept well when Leanne wasn't home; of course she rarely ever slept in bed anymore, spending most of the nights in her study. But he always privilege of waking up and then seeing her sprawled out on the rug with a half empty cup of coffee, sound asleep instead of the void that seemed to have taken her place.

"Papa do you want to be red or blue?" Nema said holding up the colored deck of cards. "Red goes first."

"I'll be blue." Rand said, stifling one more yawn. Maybe he should try same of his wife's coffee to keep him awake.

"Okay!" His daughter said happily and handed him the blue deck of cards.

Suddenly the ring tone from his Styler went off, alerting him that someone was trying to contact the ranger.

"Hold on a sec Nema, I got to take this." He said standing up. Nema nodded at her father in understanding, turning her attention back to her deck and drew a few cards into her hand.

Rand walked over the other side of the room, flipping open the Styler. "Hello? Rand Talga speaking."

"Rand!" Responded Murph's voice through the static. "I don't know how it happened! This is a disaster!"

"What's a disaster? Murph, what happened?"

"It's Leanne." Rand's stomach lurched forward at the sound of his wife's name. "She never showed up for the press conference, and I went to her hotel room, the door was opened and there were signs of a struggle."

Rand nearly dropped the styler, no not again, he couldn't loose her again. "Are you absolutely sure?"

"Positive."

"Oh God… Oh God…" He muttered pacing in circles, a habit he had formed when he was stressed. "Give me the coordinates."

"Already on it, do you want me to alert the Union?"

"Yes tell them to send Ben or Summer."

"But Rand, they already have a mission right now."

"DO YOU HONESTLY THINK I GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THAT?!" Rand yelled, loosing his temper. His daughter looked at him terrified, Nema hardly ever heard him swear. "The Union is the only reason my wife went to this f***ing conference, the least they can do is the only two rangers I know that won't f*** up finding Leanne."

The was a long silence at the other end of the call and Rand had believed he'd hung up. "Alright," said Murph after a long pause. "I'll see what I can do."

Unknown location.

Leanne groaned and pulled her knees to her chest; her head was burning with pain. Every beat of her heart sent pulses of liquid agony into her skull. She let out a low whimper and opened her eyes a fraction, subjecting her vision to harsh and blurry light.

Beyond the crook of her arm she could make out a green metal floor, but no more. Even with her limited view she could still tell this was a bizarre, alien world, far from her cozy house of Oblivia.

Letting out a groan, Leanne pulled herself into a sitting position, regretting it immediately as the lightheadedness grew stronger. She pressed her hands to the cold, sticky ground, fighting the urge to vomit.

"Hold still." A voice, distinctly male said through the growing confusion. A pair of hands wrapped around her shoulders as her body arched upwards and expelled the contents of her stomach onto the ground. The putrid smell of vomit filled the area around them.

"R-Rand?" Leanne mumbled before she went under a fit of hacking and coughing. This man showed the same compassion and protectiveness that her husband was famous for, and the traits that she loved in him. Ease spread through her delirious state and she instinctively relaxed her body, curling her spine against the man's chest, a trusting jester that she often did to Rand when she was falling asleep. She'd be okay now, Rand was here and he would not allow harm to befall her.

The body against her shook with something she recognized as laughter. "Not quite." The voice said followed by more spasms of laughing. This confused Leanne, Rand had a deep laugh that resonated deep with in his chest, not like this high-pitched, almost sinister cackle. One of the hands slipped underneath her neck, his thumb finding the hollow of her neck and chin, and gently tilted her head away from the vile mess she made on the floor. She pressed her face into the man's chest and smell a very unfamiliar sent, she was expecting to smell coffee and laundry detergent but they're was just the odder of sweat and oil. Like a man who had seen hardships in his life and used to only ever depended on himself.

She opened her eyes and saw a filthy brown coat adorn on the man's thin body. She recoiled and looked up and the haggard face of the stranger. She yelped and pulled away from him and her back slammed against the hard ground. Pain rippled from hips and traveled upwards along her spine, to her neck. His face, no it couldn't be.

"No." Leanne said recognizing the man. "You're..."

"Dead?" He finished her sentence, walking over to her. She pulled away aimed a sloppy kick at his wondering hand. "Quite far from it, and I'm guessing you're next question would be what am I doing here? Correct? Or maybe you'll ask about you're husband and daughter?"

Alarm grew in Leanne' s stomach, forgetting her own position. "What did you do to Rand and Nema?!" Her voice becoming harsh and strong.

Purple Eyes smiled. "You are quite amazing Leanne Talga, and I have not touched your family don't worry. You are the only one I needed."

"Needed?" Leanne said narrowing her eyes. "Why the hell did you abduct me in the middle of the night, the Golden Armor is gone."

"Unfortunately it is," Purple Eyes said with a slight frown, like it genuinely bothered him. "But there is many other ways to gain immortality and power, such as the ways in your beloved ruins and scripts of the ancient world. I found one of these tales of yore particularly intriguing, which is why you are here dear."

Leanne gritted her teeth when he said "dear". Dear was a term of affection and suggested a deep bond between two people. She was not his dear and nor would she ever feel anything akin to love for him.

"And you think I'll help you?"

"Willing no, you proved that at our last little discussion." He said with a small chuckle, like he was remembering fond memories. "But if you'd look around," Purple Eyes said with a flamboyant wave of his hand, jestering to the enclosed space they were in. "you would see you have no where to run, no heros to save you in the nick of time, you are completely alone. And therefore I draw the conclusion that you will agree to help me."

"Guessed wrong." Leanne said while pushing herself to a wall, away from her captor.

"Maybe I did, but I believe you are an abnormally intelligent woman who will eventually come to her senses and accept my offer. I have amazing dreams Leanne, that I wish for you to be a part of." He said before standing up and briskly walking to the door. "I'll see you in an hour and a half to check on you and to bring someone to clean that mess" With that he opened the door and left, leaving Leanne in solitude.