Kathryn woke up with a loud gasp. There were two things she noticed immediately: the first was that the floor was cold and so was the wall. The second was that she couldn't see a thing. Then everything that had happened in the last couple hours surged through her mind and her heart started to race.

The air was caught in her throat as a panic started to settle over her. Snapping up, she became aware of the pain in her left shoulder, which had increased since she was last in her dorm room. Her hands felt around her, feeling nothing but cold concrete everywhere. She moved her to the side and found a wall on side, then she moved her other hand and found the wall again.

The walls were too close together, and Kathryn felt herself losing control. Her chest hurt and she was having a hard time breathing. It felt like she was drowning; drowning in to darkness. It was just like last time, trapped inside something small, the walls too close for her to move much. The space was starting to get smaller already and Kathryn began to feel lightheaded, but she hardly noticed over her panic. She wanted to yell, and shout for help but the words were caught in her throat. No, no, no, no, she thought to herself, and then managed to get the words out this time, with little avail. "Not again. Not again. I can't, I can't." She moved her hands around her feet, trying to feel something beside the cold concrete. She found nothing, absolutely nothing. She felt breathless and her lightheaded. A part of her mind, the lone rational part left, tried to remind her that Virgil should be around. But she couldn't think clearly anymore, her thoughts going to a dark place immediately. Virgil was gone, Austin Jacks was in control, and she would never see the sun again.

By now Kathryn had her eyes shut, trying to make this all just another nightmare. Her fingers tried to grip the floor, trying to grab onto stability. Then something cool and unfamiliar touched her hand and shoulder. The sudden sensation snapped her back to reality with a scream she finally managed to get out of the darkness.

"Kathryn!" the sound of her name being yelled made her snap her eyes open. She swore she had never been so relived in her life when she saw Virgil's worried face looking down at her.

"Virgil!" she said and scrambled to get a hold of him, to make sure it was all real, that he was real. She held onto him tightly as she put her face over his shoulder, taking in the fact that she wasn't alone and that he was real. She felt his hesitance before he put his arms around her and that simple gesture just made her cry.

"Shh, shh, it's okay," Virgil told her softly as she cried into his shoulder. "It's going to be okay. I'm here and you're going to be okay." He kept telling her, but Kathryn knew they weren't okay. And worst of all, she remembered everything that had happened that day eleven years ago.

Finally though, Kathryn stopped shaking and crying, and her breathing returned to normal as it could after crying. She pulled away from Virgil so she could look up at him. That worried face of his was somewhat comforting. "I'm okay," she said, mostly for her own benefit. Her words were a little shaky as she caught her breath once more. "Thanks."

"You scared me so much," Virgil told her, running a hand through his hair. "I don't even remember what I woke up to. And the fire lamp had gone out so I didn't know where you were, and I could just hear you awake, having a panic attack somewhere. I called your name but you didn't look up until I basically shouted it."

"Sorry," Kathryn apologized automatically. "It was just so dark and I was in a corner so the walls were so close and I felt like I was back in that trunk and it was just too small and-and…" Kathryn stopped because remembering just made her feel panicked all over again. It was a horrible feeling, the panic attacks and claustrophobia. She'd been getting really good at working through them and keeping them at bay; her last attack had been in high school and Ben had been there to help her through it.

"It's okay," Virgil told her, watching warly. "From what I can tell, we're in some sort of cellar or bunker. The door is locked from the outside, I already tried it. The only heat we're getting is from that light fire lamp. Thank goodness you have a jacket, it'll keep you warm."

They were underground. They were underground. A small panic lit in the back of her mind, but she tried to push it down. And she needed a distraction to do so. "Are you okay?" Kathryn asked him instead. "You know, with all of this and being concussed." She felt bad for thinking it, but she was so glad Virgil was with her. It wasn't like when she was younger; she knew they were people out there looking for her. She knew she was going to be okay. Having Virgil there just added to a small bit of comfort. But she also knew what Austin Jacks was capable of. He may have never touched her, but she still carried the scars.

"I'm fine. Just a headache, but nothing drastic." Virgil looked at Kathryn, giving her a look over for any visual damage. "You're shoulder hurts, doesn't it?" Virgil asked, slipping into his medic mode.

"Yeah, but how did you know?" Kathryn asked.

"You're just like Gordon. He does the same thing with his shoulder when he's done something to it swimming. Like you're trying to shake it off by moving it slightly and trying to hide it at the same time." Virgil said with a slight grin. "Take you're jacket off, let me see it."

Kathryn did as she was told, a questioning look on her face. She wasn't sure how much he would be able to help, but you always listened to your elders as Ben's mom always told her. She felt Virgil's hands gently move over her shoulder and remembered how he would play the piano when she was younger. She wondered if he still did. "Odd isn't it? That Gordon and I would do the same thing, but we don't really have much of a relationship. I haven't really talked to him since Alan was in high school." Kathryn said finally. "Ow that hurts." Virgil's fingers had pushed into her shoulder.

"Sorry. I don't think so; you're both Tracys after all. You did spend the first half of your life with him in Kansas, and you are Gordon's favorite. Similarities are bound to happen." Virgil's fingers slid over her should, trying to see if anything was wrong. From what he felt, nothing was broken but definitely tender. His fingers stopped when he reached the bump on her shoulder. "What's this?" he asked, pulling her collar out to see her shoulder better. "Kathryn, when did you get a shoulder separation?"

"Last year" Kathryn told him, turning her head around to face him. She could tell from his confused voice that he didn't know. They didn't know. And now she was going to have to tell him. "Didn't you know? It's from gymnastics."

"When did you manage to tear a ligament in gymnastics?"

"Olympic team qualifiers," her voice was soft and she looked away from him, remembering.

"I didn't know. I didn't know you even made it to the Olympic qualifiers. I thought you'd given up competitions to concentrate at school. A lot of athletes do that." Kathryn's head turned quickly and looked at her brother, feeling betrayed and shocked.

"You thought I quit?" she said in a whisper like voice. "You thought that after over fourteen years of intense gymnastics, I just quit?" It didn't bother her that he didn't know that she had been at US team qualifiers. It bothered, no pained her, that he thought she'd quit. That her family thought she'd quit. Everyone knew Tracys weren't quitters.

"Kathryn I'm sorry," Virgil pleaded. She wondered if he knew what a shoulder separation entailed. From what she remembered, it was a type three or higher. That meant she had sutures put in to hold the collarbone in place while the reconstructed ligament healed. She was in the hospital for over a week.

"How did it happen?" Virgil asked, and she felt him going back to examine her shoulder. Know that he knew that, he wanted the whole story, she thought bitterly.

"I was at qualifiers, on the uneven bars. I was doing an E level flight element, meaning I was just going from the low bar to the high bar. I'd already done a trick on the high bar and it was fine, but when I did the next trick, I remember reaching for the bar, barely getting my grip and it just collapsed. Everything went too fast for my spotter and I feel on my shoulder. I'm amazed I didn't break anything else."

"How does something like that happen, I thought the equipment was all checked."

"It is. I was the first on the uneven bars that day, so it had been checked from the day before and it had been tested just before we went. Someone had tampered with it though, that's what the police found. There were bolts missing on one side. They were amazed it held for my handstand on the high bar. If it had fallen there, I would have landed on my back and either been paralyzed or died. I was out from gymnastics for five months, and that's just too long in the gymnastics world. I missed the Olympics, but I also lost a lot of the muscle I used to have. Not to mention I was at a higher risk of injuring my shoulder even worse. I was forced to stop, I never quit. I would have never quit." Kathryn didn't like talking about it, but that day had been the worst ever. And no one had ever asked how she felt about it. A part of her felt completely lost without gymnastics as a basic component of her life, the one thing that she had going for her in proving that she too was Tracy. There had been days when she imagined her name being with Gordon's when talking about the Olympics.

But there was the other part, the dark side of her mind that felt betrayed that her family hadn't cared to even make it to qualifiers. They'd been there for Gordon every step of his Olympic journey, but they couldn't even make an appearance for her. But then again, Kathryn's expectations for her family were low.

"It's okay Virgil," Kathryn told him once more in a habitual tone. She hugged the jacket closer to her body for warmth and comfort. The pain in her shoulder was still there, but at least it was bearable. She wished Ben were there, but then that would have meant he would have been in this mess as well and she didn't want that. "The important thing is that everything turned out alright and nothing major happened. The important thing right now is to find a way to get out of here. This fire isn't going to last forever and I don't want to be left in the dark with that psychopath out there."