Nathan worked alone on the case, trying to connect the dots and see where they would go next, but he couldn't concentrate. He would let Lyssa get her rest for now, but he wanted to work with her on this. She was better at helping the troubled, but his real motive was much more personal.

Nathan saw her car pull in. She didn't look any better rested than before.

"So I assume you didn't actually spend any time at the bed and breakfast." She did nothing to deny his theory. She slapped a torn piece of paper on his desk.

"What's this?" He picked up the paper. Blood had long since dried into it. Text was inked into the paper. It was Audrey's handwriting. A letter to him from Audrey. He read the note.

No. Audrey couldn't love him. That made it harder. He had to get out of here. He had to get away from the girl who wasn't Audrey.

"I have to go." He grabbed his coat and headed toward the door.

"I'm sorry." He didn't respond. He knew she was sorry, just not for the right things. He found himself with the same determination he had the night she disappeared. He thought that had dissipated, but here it was. He would get her back. She loved him. There would be a way.

Nathan sat in his car. He wasn't sure where he wanted to go. Away. He let his subconscious drive him where it would. Somehow, he ended up at the old newspaper place. Vince and Dave had died years ago, and it hadn't been bought since.

He could vaguely recall coming in here 27 years ago and asking Vince and Dave for help. They hadn't been able to then. He climbed out of his car and went into the now empty building that had a "for sale" sign out front. It was just like it should have been. Nathan didn't know what he had expected, but it made him even angrier. No, this wasn't the right place.

Ten minutes later, Nathan sat in his Bronco outside the Grey Gull. This felt like the right place. He hadn't set foot in there for years. It must have been where Lyssa had found that letter, but he couldn't think about that. He had to think about saving her and the clues he would find in there to help with that. Nathan climbed the stairs to Audrey's room. He knew immediately that the writing on the wall in what looked like blood hadn't been there when Lyssa was. She would have told him. The blood looked dried into the wall, though; it would have taken more than a few hours.

TUESDAY. NOON. COME ALONE.

The next Tuesday was the thirteenth. Nathan would do anything if it would get him Audrey, including follow a message written in blood on a wall.

Lyssa felt awkward sitting in a police station she didn't work in, attracting glances from only the oldest officers. The next time that officer - wasn't his name Steve? - looked at her, she smiled and waved. He looked down quickly. She went back to the case.

A couple minutes later, she just shut the case folder. She couldn't get any work done. She knew where he would go. He would look for more things of Audrey's, or maybe for things that would help her, in her room. Lyssa knew at least one of them should have been working on the case, but her focus had been flighty these last few days, and she couldn't keep herself from going to the place she knew she would find him.

His blue Bronco was in the parking lot, just as she expected. She hoped visiting him here wasn't rude or snooping. There was no way for her to know what had happened between Nathan and Audrey. All she knew was that she trusted Nathan instinctively and wanted him to be okay. How much of that came from Audrey?

She saw Nathan exiting the building and approached him.

"Nathan," she said, trying to get him to stop walking and look at her. By some miracle, he froze and met her stare.

"I'm alright. Thanks for showing me the letter. We should get back to the case." He wasn't telling her everything.

"Find anything useful in there?"

"I don't think there's much of anything left to find. What was on the other piece of the note?" Lyssa wondered how he found out about that.

"It wasn't for you."

"Who was it for?"

"Me." Nathan's face remained impassive, but she could tell that a lot was going on in his head.

"Can I read it?"

"Fine. Knock yourself out." She pulled the note out of her pocket and tossed it to him. He caught it and uncrumpled it. His eyes followed the lines. She could see what he was feeling by looking into his eyes. He hid it well, but he was not unaffected.

"Come on, we should get back to the station. If we take much more free time, we'll be fired," she said, trying to change the subject and lighten the mood.

He nodded, "Probably." Both walked back to their cars. Lyssa wondered what Nathan was keeping from her.

Duke squeezed the tiny blonde he'd thought he would never see again. She pulled away from the hug first.

"What are you doing here?" Her face was filled with a mixture of happiness and worry. This was where they were trapped. She didn't want him stuck here, but he didn't care. Relief was all he could feel. She wasn't dead or lost. She looked as surprised to see Lucy as she was to see him.

"Lucy?" Audrey walked closer to the other woman. The two looked exactly alike except for their hair and eyes. Both of Lucy's were brown, while Audrey's hair was golden and her eyes bluer than the ocean around them. Duke could recall when Audrey thought Lucy was her mother. For months, she had stayed in Haven holding onto the hope that her family had used to live in Haven. When she found out that wasn't true, she had been cupcake-bound for days. He wondered how Audrey felt now, looking the woman she had spent months trying to find information about in the eye.

"Yes. I suppose you'd be Audrey, then," Lucy said without a hint of a question. Duke could see a fierce curiosity in both women's eyes.

"You've heard about me?" Audrey's eyes flicked to Duke then back to Lucy.

"Not much, actually. I knew about you before he showed up," she added in response to Audrey's glance at Duke.

"Okay. Where are we?"

"This is the place he puts us when we've been used. All of our, well, all the different memories we've had go here."

"He?" Duke smiled to himself. That was Audrey, always finding the important details. She was a quick thinker, and that made her a very capable investigator.

"He calls himself Connor. He has control here. Always has, as far as I can tell. Right down to when the first girl came."

"Who was the first girl?"

"The first memories taken from another person - I don't know who we were originally - was Amelia Brenton. She was a teacher, given a job in Haven after she quit her job in the city. Ended up helping a lot of troubled people, especially kids." Audrey nodded distractedly. Lucy didn't seem entirely focused on their conversation either.

Duke interrupted their conversation, "Is there a way out of here? I want to get back to my Haven." Lucy looked thoughtful.

"Well, there might be. Connor traps us here, but I'm not sure if he could do anything to stop you if you tried project yourself onto the other world." Duke knew what he had to do.

"Tell me how."