With the scene investigated for any clues, and none found, the Tracy's were free to roam the dorm. Ben had returned, with his laptop and bag, after volunteering his room as an alternate command base. He didn't apologize for his outburst and instead sat himself down at the desk to keep away from everyone as they explored. He figured it was only natural for them to be curious, since they were rediscovering what was lost.

But it wasn't hard to forget that the room was a dorm. Not much space available for much moving around. "Isn't this kind of big for a single?" Scott asked, breaking the silence. He stood by the window, looking out. Ben noticed a picture print in his hand, held tightly.

"It used to be a double suite." Ben told him. "But there were an odd number of sophomore girls so she ended up as a single in a double. Kat has the best and worst luck with roommates." He couldn't help but chuckle slightly.

"What's so funny?" Gordon asked from his place on the bed.

"More importantly, what do you mean?" Alan asked. He was frowning slightly, wondering if she'd had been harassed by roommates.

"Nothing bad ever happened," Ben rushed to say. "It's just that Kat's never had a roommate. In high school, she got a single on the first day. Yeah, people were pissed that a frosh got a single, but it only made sense. As one of the few intense student athletes, she was always up early and went to bed late for gymnastics. And she'd be out for days for competitions. It wasn't an adequate roommate situation. She got her first roommate in college. Some girl named Sydney Winchester. I think. I only meet her twice and one of those days was move in. They were only roommates for a semester. Sydney rushed and moved into her house second semester. But they hardly saw each other to begin with. With gymnastics, Kathryn was up early and Sydney liked to party so she was out late. I think it bothers Kathryn though, having roommates. She prefers living alone."

"But why?"

"The nightmares, it's what she says. But I think it's because she doesn't want to get close to people," Ben confessed, remembering how hard it had been for her to open up to him all those years ago.

"She doesn't want to lie to them," Scott finished. Everyone turned towards the man by the window. Now, Ben could see the picture clearer. It was one of Kathryn's favorites because it was one of the few pictures he had of just her and Scott. Ben was aware of how tightly Scott was holding the picture as if wanting to grip onto what he could of her.

The computer started to ding incessantly, drawing everyone's attention towards the laptop on the desk. Ben frowned, seeing the email icon bouncing up and done, wanting to be clicked on. He read who the sender was and his frown deepened. "You're going to want to come see this," he said to the brothers. He heard them all come and crowd around him.

"What's wrong?" Alan asked, peering over Ben's shoulder.

"Kathryn's got a new email, sent a minute ago."

"So?"

"The sender is herself. She's emailed herself." Ben said, turning around to face the brothers. "If we have the computer, how else would the email been sent unless someone's logged in somewhere else?"

It was Scott who clicked on the email and then opened the single attachment.

And he then he wished he hadn't.

A dark screen appeared and the time started to flow on the screen. Then a scream came over the sound system, making them all jump. Out of the corner of his eye, Ben saw John's eyes shut, jaw clenched. Then, there were deep sobs and the dark screen suddenly read eleven years ago. Ben wanted to turn it off immediately, but he was frozen to his seat.

"Daddy! Daddy!" a seven year old Kathryn cried loudly. The sound of small fists hitting wood was evident. She was kicking and screaming, between the hiccups and the tears. "Daddy help! It's dark and I can't move!" the cries got louder as panic started setting into the little girl. "Alan! Gordy! He-help! It's da-a-ark! Virgy, Johnny! SCOTT!" There was still crying and more sounds of hitting and then scratching.

There was a cut in the audio and then it started up again. It was probably from later during that event.

There were hiccups, lots of them and crying, but the sounds of hitting wood had vanished. "I'm sorry," little Kathryn Tracy cried. "I'm sorry! I'm a bad girl but I'm sorry. Daddy I'm sorry. I didn't mean it, I never meant it. I'm sorry Scotty an-and Joh-Johnny, and Virgy and and Gordy and and A-Allie. I'm sorry, I'll be good now, I promise. I promise I'll be good. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I won't be bad anymore, I promise!" And then there was a sudden scream and the sound of kicking and hitting started again. "No no no! Daddy, daddy help! The walls, they're going to squish me! Daddy the box is getting smaller! Ouch daddy it hurts! It hurts daddy! Daddy help!" The screaming just continued and the hitting. Then there was a sudden in the background, something like a creak of a door opening and a thud.

"Kathryn!" There was a rushing sound and a loud clank, like metal hitting metal. Or the breaking of a lock. "Kathryn, Kathryn. It's okay. You're okay. It's me, John." The screaming stopped and the crying just got harder. "You're okay now Kitty Kat, you're okay. I found you sis; you're going to be okay."

"Johnny I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'll be good now Johnny. I promise, I'll be good now." Kathryn cried.

The audio cut out and everyone turned to see John, whose eyes were still closed and fists clenched. "Turn it off," he managed to say. "Turn it off." Scott registered the pain in his brother's voice and moved to turn it off.

"No wait, there's more," a voice behind them said. They turned to see Jeff Tracy and Sergeant Lukeson behind them. The pain in John's voice was reflected on Jeff's face. The number of times she had cried out "Daddy" had been numerous.

"The screen," Gordon said, the attention returned to the screen. It read Now. Then it turned into a video, but a dark shot. Everything was in green, but the figure on the screen everyone recognized. The camera was set high from them to see her from above, probably on the ceiling.

"Kathryn," Ben said softly, his eyes automatically taking her unconscious form in. They watched as she suddenly woke, gasping loudly. Her hands touched the floor and she began to shake, visible even to them. Ben could see the panic start to set in, recognizing how it happened. He gripped the table, wishing he was there to calm her down, like he had for years. Instead, he watched her sit up quickly, her hands feeling around, first the floor then the walls around her. He cursed silently, seeing how she'd sat in a corner. It didn't surprise him when he breathing became labored, and he knew she had felt trapped.

They watched she struggled to remain calm, her fingers clinging to the concrete ground. Ben's grip tightened on the desk. "There's Virgil." He saw a movement on the side of the screen and realized that Virgil Tracy was in the same room. Ben looked back at Kathryn and he watched her eyes shut, and how she trembled. Virgil started to say her name and come closer to her and reach out to touch her hand. Kathryn screamed, most likely frightened. Ben frowned. Didn't they know you never touched Kathryn when she was having an attack? It just made it worse, which was evident by the screaming.

"Kathryn!" Virgil shouted, snapping Kathryn out of the trance. She said his name and held onto him. Her crying was evident as he held her.

The video stopped there and the face he had once thought was a friend appeared.

"Hello," Austin Jacks grinned at the camera. "I'm sure the first scene was an excellent reminder. But now you know that the two are at least alive. Actually, Kathryn's right here. I'd tell her to say hi but we got into a little disagreement." Austin Jacks stepped away from the camera to reveal a bound and gagged Kathryn glaring at Austin. She refused to glance at the camera. Austin returned to the camera.

"You bastard," Gordon growled.

"If you're watching this, then you're keeping an eye out for any sign of your little princess. Or maybe you though she was already dead and your reminiscing through her life on hard drive. Either way, this is not going to be easy. I have eleven years of hate towards you all, and I am going to take my revenge. If I happen to break them in the process, then all the sweeter this shall be." The screen went dark and the play again sign appeared.

"At least we know they're still alive," Sg. Lukeson said after a moment of silence.

"I'm going to kill him," Gordon said again. "I'm going to find him and kill him."

"We have to find them first," Scott reminded them. "Can we find out where this email was sent from? Maybe it'll give us an idea if they're even in the state." He looked towards John, but John was staring at the screen intently.

"We'll find out," the sergeant said and leaned over, grabbing the laptop. "Sorry boys, but I have to take it. Contains evidence now," he said, shutting it and walking out the door with it.

"We can't just sit here and wait for them to find answers." Alan told his brothers. "Dad, we have to do something. We have the ability to, so why don't we?" his voice lowered in discussing the IR issue.

"We've already tried tracing Virgil's watch," Gordon reminded him. "It was a no go. And Kathryn's phone would only work if she used it."

"That's assuming she still has it on her," Scott pointed out. "I really think we should get Brains' help on this. I have a feeling the cops aren't going to get much out of that computer."

Ben looked over at John, who hadn't said anything the whole time. He remembered Kathryn telling one time, that John had found her. He could only imagine what it had been like. Hearing the audio, well that alone was going to give Ben nightmares for days; but to be the one who finds her, that was a totally different scale of nightmarish.

"You okay?" Ben finally asked the blond brother. John looked over at him, and just nodded. "Hungry?" he asked and pulled out the drawer where he knew Kathryn kept her snacks. He pulled out a MilkyWay Bar and handed it over to John. "Have a MilkyWay. It's your favorite right? Kathryn once told me it was."

John took the bar, a small smile on his face. "Yeah they are. I can't believe she still remembers." Ben became aware that the talking had stopped. He turned around to see the rest of the Tracy men looking at them.

"Would you like something?" he asked, using the manners his mom had drilled in. "The fridge's under the bed. It has water and applesauce. Don't ask me why there's so much applesauce, because I honestly have no clue. Your sis is just odd like that."

The Tracy brothers shared a grin; they obviously knew the story about the applesauce.

"You boys stay here," Jeff finally said, taking out his phone. "I have a couple calls to make." And with that the family patriarch left the room.

There was a silence before Ben spoke up. "So, what's the plan?"

A/N: Poor little Kat and little John. Thanks to everyone whose read, reviewed, followed or liked the story! You guys are amazing!