Author's Note: Sorry if there was some typos back there. I was drunk on cheese. I chose Mary because it went nicely with Milligan, even though his name probably wasn't that back then:)

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Bright, blinding lights greeted Milligan's eyes when he finally came roaring back to reality. His head pounded behind his eyes, and he could feel his heart in every limb of his body. His eyes finally focused, and he realized he was in a bleached room, with a monitor. With a start, he recognized it as a hospital room. He lifted one hand, but was restrained by the IV tube running from his wrist to the bag.

"Calm down Mr. Wetherall. You're okay now." Milligan flicked his eyes towards the door. A tall Asian man was standing in the doorway, holding a clipboard.

"I'm Dr. Williams." He looked nice enough. "Your wife, Mary, is it?" Milligan nodded. "Well, she's stable, and so are you. You broke your wrist, and a few ribs, but mostly you're intact. Mrs. Wetherall suffered a concussion, and a broken leg, but she'll be fine with a few months of physical therapy."

Milligan almost cried out of joy. Mary was fine. They were going to be okay. Dr. Williams coughed.

"Sir, I'm going to put you under again, okay? It's for the best." Milligan nodded.

"Just make sure you tell my wife that Kate is with the babysitter, she doesn't have to worry." Dr. Williams smiled, and said, "You have a daughter? How old?"

"Eighteen months." He nodded, and pushed a shiny syringe into Milligan's wrist, and quietly left the room, as Milligan drifted back into darkness.

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Dr. Kevin Williams strolled down the corridor, whistling to himself. He passed Dr. Wash, waved a good morning, and turned left to reach Room 108. He opened the door as gently as he could, and slipped into the room.

"Mrs. Wetherall?" He said to the woman lying in the bed. "How are you feeling?" Mary's eyes widened, and she gasped.

"Look out! Behind you!" Dr. Williams whirled around, and came face-to-face with a bald man in a pinstripe suit. The man grinned, and wriggled his one eyebrow.

"Hello Doctor. Let's begin the procedure, shall we?" Dr. Williams scrambled for his pager, but was roughly shoved into the monitor. Stars blocked his sight, and he groaned. A scream brought him back to life.

"NO! Don't hurt her! She's only a baby!" The man in the suit chuckled.

"Well chickie, if you don't tell me all about your husband, and how he single-handedly dismantled my operation, I'm going to have to intervene." Mary struggled against the various machines keeping her in place, her brown eyes alight with fear. She shook her head, tears cascading down her eyes.

"No? Then I'm going to have to call in my colleague." He pulled out his walkie-talkie, and clicked the button, causing a brief burst of static to erupt.

"McCracken? This is Crawlings. Execute operation. Over." He grinned, and turned to Dr. Williams.

"I'm afraid you can't be here for this Doctor." He shook his wrists and, a whine was the last thing Kevin Williams heard before he hit the floor.

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Milligan was running, his lungs bursting with air, his legs pumping. He skidded to a stop in front of the grey building, pausing only to look over his shoulder for a pursuer. Seeing no one, he burst through the revolving front door, and started down the eerily familiar hall.

Doors flew past, occasionally housing a ghostly face famed in whitewashed sunlight and cobwebs.

96...98..100 Milligan crashed to the floor, a shadow on the wall chasing him as he inched backwards.

"Agent, just what are you doing?" A voice comes from the room to his left. 108.

"It's your fault. You couldn't protect her, couldn't protect Kate. You may be a clever agent, but you are a lousy father." It was his father's voice, cascading around him, causing memories to twist and turn in his mind, consuming the so-called-reality he now lived in. "Wake up, kid, and smell the ashes. They might just be your own." Milligan heaved himself onto the handle, and crashed into the room. The bed was empty. There was only a rose.