To Abby's surprise Matt charged towards Phillip, Connor restrained him just before he could enter the room and cause a noticeable commotion.

"Matt?"

Abby looked into his eyes. She could see his rage. It mingled with emotions she could not understand – what did quiet Matt have to be sad about?

"You were right about Phillip from the start. He's a sick man!" Matt spat.

"Charging in there right now is not doing anyone any favours mate." Connor pointed out. "I'm going to let go of you now." Connor released Matt. "I had to watch Cutter die in my arms because of that woman." Connor said quietly. "I'm not letting anyone else die because of her."

As they descended down the stairs Matt's anger was converted to frustration. He was sure now that Phillip was the one he'd been searching so long for. The one he'd been sent to stop. How was he meant to get rid of the man if the others wouldn't even let him near? He was so close! Some pieces of the puzzle still didn't fit however.

"Connor can you remember anything about what Phillip told you yesterday?" he asked.

"No. I've been trying, I originally thought I couldn't remember because I was so tired – "

"You're still tired, it could be that." Abby mentioned. "When we get back home you're going to bed!"

"It had something to do with a project called New Dawn –" This time Connor's growling stomach interrupted his reverie. "Any chance of getting some lunch before bedtime?"

Abby smiled.

"What's New Dawn?" Matt interrogated.

"I'm not sure." Connor panted.

They'd been racing down the steps for a while now, keen to escape Prospero. He closed his eyes and put one hand on the wall to steady himself. Something about New Dawn wasn't right whatever it was, he had this gut feeling.

"You're so unfit Connor!" When he didn't reply Abby got concerned. "Are you okay?"

"Whoa yeah why wouldn't I be?" Connor responded a wave of dizziness briefly passed over him.

"You're shaking." Abby stated.

"Am I?"

Connor opened his eyes. He was very worried but why? His spare hand clasped itself round the metal tube and for some reason this calmed him. He started to continue down the stairs taking the lead so he wouldn't be able to see the other's expressions. Now he was the fastest person in the group. Abby and Matt exchanged glances.

The team escaped Prospero without incident much to everyone's surprise but there was still one more part of the plan to come. This time it was Connor's turn to curl up in the boot. He didn't bother arguing which shocked Abby to some extent. That was very unlike him. He nearly dozed off as Matt drove through the gate and they went home.

When they arrived at the flat and Abby guided Connor into the spare room they were using in Jess's place. Matt drove off towards his own home. Connor collapsed on the bed and fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow. He was completely knackered. Abby decided to make them some lunch for when he awoke.

Matt was pacing on his balcony. It had become a habit of late. He was pondering the mystery of New Dawn but thoughts of Emily kept distracting him. He remembered what his father had said about her and shook his head. Emily was even more distracting when she wasn't here. He almost missed having to fix the toaster.

Connor dreamt and in his dreams his memories started to come back to him.

"This must be kept strictly between us you understand?" Phillip repeated once Connor was in the car by his side.

"Yes, I guess." Connor agreed reluctantly, his brain searching for exceptions.

"New Dawn has been my latest project for some time now. For years my scientists have been researching anomalies. A few weeks ago we made a huge breakthrough."

"When you say we've got to keep this to ourselves – can I tell Abby?"

"No! Especially not her." snapped Phillip in irritation.

"Okay! Just checking."

"Ah we've arrived." Phillip announced. Connor got out of the car and stepped into Prospero. "This will be your room for the time being, please sit down."Connor regarded the room, it was ordinary enough. Then he spotted something bizarre and his mouth dropped open. "Please sit down." Phillip repeated impatiently. Connor was too busy gawping at the locked anomaly hovering above his desk to listen. Phillip rolled his eyes. He clicked his fingers and the armed guards (that Connor could've sworn weren't there before) came forwards. One shoved him down roughly onto the chair; the other passed him a drink.

Connor watched Phillip apprehensively. "Drink up." Connor wasn't too sure about this but he felt it'd be impolite and dangerously stupid to refuse the glass of wine in front of him at this critical moment. He'd like to stay sober whilst talking about work but considering the impending anomaly threat maybe he did need to have a drink. He took a tiny sip. Phillip seemed to relax slightly. "We discovered a way to preserve an anomaly. The one above your desk was a mere accident but now we think we know how to repeat it again as an experiment under controlled conditions."

"You sound like Helen. Anomalies are natural occurrences like the weather aren't they?"

Phillip made a fair show of being offended by this accusation. He was far more unique than Helen Cutter. He gestured at one of his men. The second guard punched Connor in the gut. As the young man doubled over gasping only now did he begin to understand the trouble he was in.

"But imagine if you could alter a storm's course!"

"There's only so much change nature will allow! Remember Claudia Brown." gasped Connor.

"She doesn't even have a file. Claudia Brown was a mere figment of a delusional imagination." Burton dismissed. "But what if you could change the path of a lightning bolt?"

Connor smiled, he knew the answer to that one. He made a loud explosion noise. Another fist came rocketing towards him...