John laid on Allison's mat, staring at the cracked ceiling. Allison had gone to her post for duty, and left him to get some rest. He was thinking about his mother's message. He hadn't the slightest idea how he'd fulfill her request. He only had 20 seconds to decide that he was going to the future with Weaver. The actual decision had been made in 5 seconds, but the other 15 were spent staring incredulously at his mom. There wasn't any time spent wondering how he'd come back.

A German shepherd had wandered in, and curiously meandered over to John. He sniffed his hand, and John scratched behind his ears. The dog lay beside him with a content growl, which made John smile. He liked dogs, but was never able to have one of his own.

Now that he had the time to think, he felt like an idiot. He refused to think that he might be stuck in the future forever. He turned back to the ceiling and thought about the items he would need to build a TDE, and realized he hadn't the slightest clue how to build one. The only person who would know was Catherine Weaver, and she had left him minutes after they arrived. "She's probably hiding in the walls, laughing at me," he said aloud.

"Not quite, Mr. Connor, but it was a good guess."

John leapt to his feet, instinctively grabbing for his gun in the back of his waistband, which of course wasn't there. He looked around but didn't see anyone. Suddenly, the German shepherd that had been lying beside him morphed into Catherine Weaver. John stood shocked. "What the hell?!"

"I'm sorry, John. It was the simplest way to infiltrate, and the most practical way to keep an eye on you."

"Right. Where have you been? Don't tell me you've been hanging around sniffing dog butts this whole time."

Weaver gave him a disgusted look. "I was looking for John Henry."

"Did you find him?"

"Yes."

"Where was he?"

"A Skynet factory not far from here."

"Why was he there? Why is he here to begin with? Why did he take Cameron's chip?"

"Relax, Mr. Connor. John Henry has it under control."

"Relax? I'm in the mid…"

Suddenly, Weaver morphed back into the dog, seconds before they were joined by a woman.

A tall, redheaded young woman.

"Oh… hello John."

"Savannah?"

The woman blushed. "Yes, you remember me?" It was more a statement than a question.

"Well, Allison told me you were alive… the hair gave the rest of it away."

"I see."

Neither of them really new what to say. Savannah walked over to her own mat and sat down. She quietly spoke.

"I never knew what happened to you. Sarah said you went with my mother and John Henry somewhere. You guys never came back. Now… you're here, and not a day older than when I last saw you. Allison relieved me from post. She told me everything… It's kind of hard to believe, but, here you are."

John rested his head against the wall and looked at Savannah. She was in her early twenties now, and had turned into a beautiful young woman. Even with dirty hair and rags for clothes, he would have recognized her anywhere. She still had the same sweet face that he remembered.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. It's all a kind of shock for me too. I mean, yesterday I was breaking my mom out of prison, and today, I'm in the middle of a war where nobody knows who I am. "

Savannah was quiet for a few moments, but then she couldn't hold back her question any longer. "My mom, and John Henry… they came back with you, didn't they?"

John wasn't sure how much to tell her. He wasn't sure if she realized that John Henry and her mother were machines. She may have figured out John Henry, but not her mother. "Well... yes, and no. John Henry came before us. Your mother and I followed, hoping to bring him back."

"Oh. Well… where are they now? They're not with you, are they?"

"Um… no."

Savannah lay down on her mat, and stared blankly across the room, lost in her thoughts.

"John Henry was a machine, wasn't he?"

John cringed, and laid down himself. Staring at the ceiling he answered, "yes."

It was quiet for a while, and John thought she had fallen asleep.

"My mother… wasn't my mother."

John sighed. He turned and looked at Savannah, and with all seriousness said, "Savannah… she cared for you, she protected you, she did her best by you. That's all any kind of mother can do."

He could see a tear travel down her cheek, but she didn't notice. She didn't say a word, either. She simply sighed, and closed her eyes. The German shepherd which had been sitting in the corner, walked over to Savannah. It licked her cheek once, then lay beside her, watching over her daughter as she slept.

When John woke up, he found he was alone again in the room. He didn't know how long he slept, but the soreness in his body suggested it had been quite a long while. He stood up and stretched, and wondered where exactly they relieved themselves in the tunnels…

He hadn't been up very long when Savannah had returned with 2 tin cups. More mystery meat broth. Yummy. His stomach growled regardless, and he took his cup from her gratefully.

"I have some bad news," she said, as she sipped from her own mug.

John suddenly had butterflies in his stomach. He didn't know why, but something told him that the "bad news" was a little more than bad. Perhaps it was the look in Savannah's eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.

"Allison is missing."