Nathan hated hospitals. He had visited them far too many times. His trouble, while it took away the pain, seemed to make him more likely to get hurt, if anything. At least they hadn't made him stay overnight. His wound really wasn't as serious as Lyssa seemed to think it was.

"I still don't know if you're okay to go back to work." He couldn't remember Audrey ever acting like this. He almost told Lyssa that, but he stopped himself in time.

"I'll be fine. I just have to use the crutches for a couple of days and everything's back to normal." He wanted to get her off this subject, even though he knew he would give her an edge over the others. She would have a real chance of not having to go into the barn, especially if he told her what she needed to know soon enough. He would make sure she saw a picture of Lucy and Audrey. He didn't have a picture of Sarah, but those two would be good enough. They would get her asking. He would tell her everything he knew. Audrey hadn't even figured out she was Lucy for months after she showed up, so maybe this would give them the time they needed to figure things out.

Lyssa nodded. He glanced her way. She had insisted on driving his car back to the station. He disagreed and said that he could still drive; it was his foot that was hurt, but she had argued that he couldn't brake without his left foot, so he eventually let her drive. He took the opportunity to study her. Other than her hair and, well, her ability to drive, Lyssa reminded Nathan of Audrey in almost every way. Still, after all those years waiting for her, every difference was jarring. Most of the things were small and insignificant. He couldn't expect her to be exactly like Audrey. It surprised him that she was also a FBI agent because Sarah had been a nurse, so he had expected her to have a different job.

They were there. He would have to "accidentally" show her pictures of Audrey and Lucy while they were there. One or two were waiting for him in his desk drawer, though none of Audrey's lives regularly posed for photographs, so they were hard to find. He limped behind her on his crutches into his office. He pretended to be shuffling around in his desk for a couple of seconds, then he pulled out the photos and a few papers. He went to grab the file containing the case information from the other side of his office. She glanced at the pictures then picked them up to take a closer look.

"Who is this?" She gave him an inquisitive look that had Audrey etched into every inch.

"Those are two different people." She studied the newspaper clipping that Audrey had looked at when she came to Haven and a candid shot of him and Audrey working on a case.

"Really?" She squinted at them. "They must be closely related. They look a lot like me, too. You knew her. Who are they?" She seemed more focused on the picture of him and Audrey than the one of Lucy, probably because it was taken more recently and because he was in it.

"Yes. The newspaper is of a woman named Lucy Ripley."

"And the other?" she asked before he had a chance to continue.

"Audrey Parker."

Lyssa was intrigued by the pictures of two women who looked exactly like her. As an orphan, she had often wondered who her family was. Now she held the pictures of two women who could've been her mother or her aunt. In fact, they could've been her if these pictures weren't taken a while ago.

"Well, I can see the resemblance. So you knew her?"

"She was my partner. She stuck around for 8, maybe 9, months. Then she disappeared. That was 27 years ago. Hasn't been seen since." His tone stayed flat, but Lyssa could tell that had hurt much more than he was letting on.

"I'm sorry; it's none of my business."

"It's fine." She could see him watching her and dropped her gaze.

"What about the other one, Lucy? Did you know her?" She was hesitant to ask, but she wanted to know about anyone who looked so much like her.

"How old do you think I am?" He smiled. "No, I only heard about her. Audrey was trying to figure out more about her; she thought maybe they were related. I met Sarah once, but that was under...special circumstances."

"Who's Sarah?"

"She was here during the '50's." She could tell he had more to say about that that he was choosing to keep from her.

"And you met her." She didn't phrase it like a question, but she tried to make it clear she wanted an answer.

"She was nice. Acted like a woman from the past, obviously. You know, she always wore dresses and stuff." Lyssa sighed at him. He was ignoring her question, but she decided to let it go. She would figure out these little things later.

"Do you know anything else about them?" She awaited his reply. He seemed to be replaying what he was going to say to her in his head. His hesitation annoyed Lyssa. She wanted him to tell her the entire thing, not some edited version he had to come up with first.

"Yes."

"Well, what is it?" Her words seemed to bring him back to Earth. He looked at her, ready to begin his story.

Duke started by leading Connor along the outskirts of Haven. James and Arla were in about the middle of town, so Connor and him hopefully wouldn't accidentally come across them. It was very windy, and Duke led him into a tree-covered path. The trees swinging around wildly in the wind covered any noise James and Arla could've made, so Duke felt even more assured. His only thought was to get Connor away from the others. He would figure out what to do when he found out he was being played when it came to that.

"Is it much further?" Duke could see that the other man was losing his patience. He wouldn't have much longer. Considering Connor had a pipe and Duke was unarmed, he couldn't come up with anything he could do that wasn't suicidal. It didn't help that his arms were still tied behind his back with rope.

"No, it's coming up soon," Duke lied. He was beginning to get anxious about his predicament. When Connor figured out they were going in the opposite direction from where Duke's friends were, what would he do?

Duke had more questions about this new guy than he could count. Where had he come from? How did he get here? What was he? A part of him wondered if Connor was even human. Duke doubted that normal people came here on accident if the barn lead here.

"Is this it?" Connor looked confused about why Duke had stopped in a clearing like any other just off the trail.

"Yes. We're here." Whatever happened, Duke was ready to stop walking. He wasn't afraid of some teenager or whatever Connor was.

"I don't see them." Duke almost laughed at Connor's ability to point out the obvious.

"I don't actually have any friends. I came alone. I lied." He tried to convince Connor that he had just tricked him, but he could tell he didn't believe him.

"You're lying now." The pipe swung toward Duke's head. He dodged it and fell over. He tried to break the rope that bound his wrists, but it was too strong. He rolled over to dodge the next swing. He threw his feet up, and at the next swing, he caught the pipe between them. He tried to club Connor in the head with it, but it just swished through him like he wasn't there. Connor laughed.

"This is my world! You can't kill me here. Catch up with you later, Crocker." He disappeared without a disturbance in the air.