"Do you know what your name is?" Dr. Polanski stared at the frail, bed-ridden woman.

She cautiously lifted her aching head from her bed's pillow, "Henrietta Fischer..." she released a painful moan. "You asked me that yesterday."

"Just making sure you're still alright," Jensen knew she wasn't; however, telling her the truth wasn't going to improve her condition. "You were in surgery for two days; that can take a toll on a person."

"But you know I'm tough, doc," and right as she said this, she winced at the throbbing in her skull. "I have one hell of a headache though."

Jensen picked up a folder that rested on the metal tray at the end of her bed and pulled out a photo, "Do you recognize him?" the photo was of Connor which he had shown her prior.

"I don't know who that is," to her, his face lacked any familiarity. "You showed me that yesterday, too. Are we going over all the same stuff again?"

"Henri..." Jensen shut the folder of photos while nodding his head. "You were dead… For awhile. The damage you did to both parts of your brain was severe. You saved yourself from the virus… but… I just need to make sure you're okay."

"I really don't like the idea that I've forgotten things..." she stammered.

She could remember Jensen and that made him grateful, "I'm sure you remembered the most important things. Your loss of memory seems more closely related to events that took place this past year. You still remember your training, you still remember us, and that's what matters."

"But, I feel like..." it felt like a hole had formed inside of her; a hole that let the most important aspects of her life slip away, and she would never know what they were. Those memories were lost forever. She felt dead inside because of it. "I feel like I've forgotten something important."

Jensen gazed down at the manila folder, "We will remind you of anything important that you may have forgotten, and the rest… I wouldn't worry about the rest."

Jensen wanted to tell her about Connor and Hank. She knew that Hank was her father, but she never remembered confronting him about it. She had no idea who Connor was. He was just an empty face to her and not the person she had fallen in love with. She was right to feel as if she had forgotten something important, but it wasn't his place to remind her. It wasn't for him to say, yet there was still a chance for her. There was no way to predict how her mind would develop over the following days. For all he knew, something could trigger a specific memory, and he didn't doubt the possibility of that kind of event occurring.

"You'll be okay," he spoke these words despite knowing the truth. She was going to die again, and soon. However, Khatri wasn't going to let him save her a third time.


"We have a bit of a problem," Kelly was clenching her teeth looking uncomfortably nervous when she approached Connor. "I'm not sure if talking to Jim is a possibility now."

Connor lowered his brow at her, "What do you mean?"

Kelly wasn't sure if she should tell him the truth, or make up a story, or something or, "It's too dangerous. He has uh, a not-too-pleasant bodyguard watching him."

"Did you know Henrietta was alive?" Connor recalled that Kelly's trade was in knowing everything there is to know. "Did you know she was alive when I talked to you in Washington?"

The exact thing Kelly was hoping wouldn't happen, just happened, "I-I did… I'm sorry, Connor."

Was Connor angry? He wanted to throttle the woman for keeping that secret from him, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"This isn't relevant right now," all Kelly cared about was getting her fucking ass out of there before the angel of death razed them both. "She's the one watching after Jim, so we can't risk talking to him."

"She left," Connor bluntly informed Kelly. "I don't think she's coming back either."

Kelly's fearful expression gave way to a baffled one, "Did you say something to her?"

"Of the sort," Connor answered vaguely. He didn't feel that Kelly needed to know the specifics of his relationship with Henri; although, Kelly probably already knew plenty about it.

"Of the sort?!" she shrugged her arms furiously at him. "What do you mean, 'of the sort', Connor?"

He realized that Kelly was showing symptoms of a potential nervous breakdown, "We should focus our attention on finding Jim Everett and questioning him as we intended earlier."

"Okay, well, whatever," Kelly brushed him off, vigorously nodding her head. He was right. This wasn't the time to panic and she needed to remember that. If Henri really was gone, then they had much less to worry about now anyway. "He was at the bar; I lost him."

"We will split up again," Connor commanded.

"Yes, of course," she was beginning to break away from her high-stress mentality.

Connor found Jim, however much he wasn't expecting to. But the thing was, Connor, did in fact recognize Dr. Everett when he saw him. Connor recalled the doctor's image from the photograph he found in Jensen Polanski's unattended home. Conveniently, a facial scan of Dr. Everett brought up no information; this was something Connor had never seen before.

"Dr. Everett?" Connor raised his intonation when asking the question.

"Hmm?" the doctor gave Connor a curious look. "I know you… Connor, right?"

"I would like to have a word with you in private," as Connor said this, he messaged Kelly with his position. "If you don't mind."

"Yes, why not?" Jim let out a devious grin. Jim was outrageously pleased that Connor had the gumption to speak to him, but then again… Where had little Henrietta gone off to? She was nowhere to be seen which was fortunate. "I was hoping you'd come see me."

Kelly briskly rolled up to the pair and glared at Jim, "Nice to see you, Jim. Mind if we have a chat?"

"I know what you're going to ask," his continuing smirk caused the wrinkles on his face to fold around his mouth and eyes. "And the answer is: I'll tell you whatever you want to know. So, you can save your threats, you petty woman."

"Then to business," Kelly spat this at him with a locked jaw. "We just want to know where we can find her, that's all."

Jim rubbed his palms together while smiling, "I don't know where she is. Hell, she'd never tell anyone that. And she already knows that Connor is looking for her, so… So I'm not sure where the two of you are expecting to go from here."

"We know how close she is to you, Jim," Kelly pushed the conversation forward. He had to help them or else they were fucked.

"I can set up a meeting with her," Jim's face twisted at the thought. "How funny you must think it is that she'd fall for it, though. Obviously, after recent events, she'll know it's a setup."

"Just do it, Jim," her voice droned. "Say it's an emergency, say Connor's on to you, just say anything to get her in the open."

Jim lent them a pitiful frown, "I'll do it, and I'll pray for your success."

"Yeah," Kelly rolled her eyes at him. "You fucking do that, Jim. Just tell me when it's good and done and we can move on, kay?"

"Just be ready."

Connor would never see Dr. Everett again.


When Connor came home late that night, Hank and Sumo were snoozing away on the living room sofa with the TV still blaring its nonsense in the background. Connor acknowledged the two with a faint smile, but the heavy thoughts of the party weighed on his mind. Should he tell Hank about Henrietta? Should he tell Hank that she was still alive? What would Hank even think; would he even believe it? Connor had no intentions of worrying Hank, and the boy was unsure as to what this new information would do to Hank. Hank seemed on edge again as of late, and Connor didn't want to be the one to push him over.

A thought crossed Connor's mind as he recited a memory from this past Christmas Eve. His exact words being: I'm not sure if that's for you to decide; it is up to him to decide what to do with the information you present him with. Henri must have experienced the same feeling as Connor did now; the feeling of confliction. This feeling mirrored those of when he himself decided to become a deviant. Sometimes an action was easier spoken of then executed. Nonetheless, Connor decided against rousing Hank from his peaceful slumber to inform him of the night's events.


"So, how did it go?" Hank had been sitting at his kitchen table for the past twenty minutes waiting for Connor to say something, but the boy just wouldn't, so Hank took the initiative instead. "C'mon, Connor. You've been staring at me and it's starting to creep me out."

"Dr. Everett said he would agree to make a meeting with Khatri, and then provide details to Kelly after the fact," Connor said this, but he wasn't thinking about it; he wasn't focused on it. He was thinking about Henri.

Hank classically narrowed his eyes at Connor, "Yeah, but there's more. Isn't there?"

Connor wasn't talented at hiding his emotions or thoughts which oddly contradicted his occasional inability to explain those thoughts or feelings, "You're right, Hank. There was something else… I… Just don't know how to explain it."

Now Hank was intrigued, "Give it a try."

"I just thought I-" he couldn't do it; he couldn't say it. "It really isn't important."

Hank felt shafted by Connor. If the boy couldn't trust him, couldn't talk to him, what else did Hank have left? Connor was his family and meant everything to Hank, but the boy still felt he couldn't trust him.

"You know, Connor..." Hank gazed over at Sumo who was lazily spread under the table. "I'm here for you, okay? I don't want you to forget that."

Those words reached deep inside Connor and made his soul ache, "I know, Hank." But he still couldn't tell him the truth.

"Still no suspects," Hank released a pent-up breath of air and moved on from the subject. "She was conveniently never caught on camera and eye-witness reports haven't helped much. I was going to take another look at the scene today, but we don't have much to go on here."

"Does the FBI intend on sending another Special Agent to continue Perkins' investigation?" Connor wondered if it was Henri who had killed Perkins; after all, it was her modus operandi.

Hank let out another sigh, "Yup, looks like it. And Jeffery expects us to turn something up with this Perkins case. If it is directly related to Markus, it wouldn't be a bad idea if we did find this girl."

"We need to continue our search for the hard drive," Connor added.

"Yeah, but that ain't going anywhere fast," Hank tilted back in his chair as he peered up at the android. "I think this is our better bet. We can still do the thing with the thing, but in the meantime let's try to solve this case."

"Hank..." the same expression as before crossed Connor's face. "I don't think we're going to find this person."

"Oh, yeah?" Hank narrowed his eyes as he noticed the returning look of anguish upon Connor's brow. "Is there something you know that I don't? Care to share?"

"I thought I-I think I-" he had to say something. "It's difficult to explain because I don't even know what's going on. But I believe the person who killed Perkins was Henri, and I think she's still alive. I don't know how or-"

"Connor, what the fuck?!" Hank threw himself up from his seat, knocking the chair back. "What the fuck do you mean you think she's still alive?! We saw her blow her goddamn brains out, Connor!"

Connor glanced over to Sumo who bolted away from the table in a frightened stance, "I saw her last night, at the gala. At first, I wasn't sure, but..."

"What…?"

"It was her, Hank," Connor pleaded this to Hank as if he was begging for Hank's belief. "She couldn't remember me, but it was her… Kelly Mihn told me it was Henrietta."

"How, how is she alive?" Hank shook his head back and forth, trying to understand how it was even possible. She was dead on the ground in front of them; there was no debating it. Connor knew she was dead and so did Hank.

"I don't know," Connor didn't understand either. "However, if I manage to locate Khatri, she can likely tell us what happened. I don't plan on giving her a choice."

"Jesus Christ, Connor," Hank had never expected to hear a threat come out of Connor's mouth. "Are you fucking serious? This is insane!"

"I can't turn back now," Connor explained. "I've made too many promises to too many people, you included. I've come to far to turn back now."

"You don't sound like yourself," Hank was unsure of whether or not it was a good or bad thing; maybe it was a bit of both.

"Henri is alive, Hank… I need to… I need to do something." the last words struggled to leave his mouth. This was a personal justification for his uncharacteristic behaviours.

"I'm going to work," Hank walked away from Connor and grabbed his coat from its hook. "You need to make up your mind and decide what's most important to you. But me, I'm going to work. I'm going to go do my job and try to move on with my life."

"Hank wait-" but Connor's words fell flat as Hank stormed out of their home.


"You seem… upset?" Kelly lent Connor a curious expression when she saw him exit the taxi.

"It's nothing," Connor turned to the vacant street corner where Kelly had asked him to meet her.

She wasn't convinced, but she wasn't interested in prying either, "I have a time and a place. As in, Jim set up a meeting and gave me a time and a place."

Connor took a small piece of folded paper from Kelly's hand, "It's likely a trap."

"No shit," Kelly glared in return. "You can't tell me you didn't see that coming, but it's what we got. So what are you going to do?

"Go, obviously."

"Yeah? I'm fucking not," Kelly stuffed her palms in her wool jacket and huffed at him. "My family is already hiding, and now I'm going to join them. And I guess I'll stay there until, I don't know, we fucking die?"

"I made a promise to you, I haven't forgotten that," Connor felt that Kelly's negativity was directed at him. "I will do what needs to be done." Now, Connor had killed people in the past: both humans and androids, so the concept wasn't alien to him. Contemplative homicide; however, was something he had never intended on doing. To plan to murder someone then go through with it, was absolutely criminal. In fact, it was illegal regardless of your motivations. He was curious as to how Henri was able to do it so casually. Then again, what choice did she ever have? And the scars of all her victims changed who she was as a person.

"You have to, Connor," she tightly gripped his shoulders and gave him a firm shake. "Enough people are dead already because of her… You have to end this."

"I will," and it wouldn't have mattered what he said, it felt wrong. It felt bad. He doubted that when the time actually came, that he'd be able to go through with it.

"Good luck," as she spoke this she stretched up to him and gave his cold cheek a soft peck.

"There's no such thing as good luck, Kelly."

She rolled her eyes back and took a step away from him, "That's not- that's… Never mind. I just hope that… I get to see you again, okay?"

Connor gave her a slight smile, but he didn't believe that he ever would see the woman again.


Was Hank glad that he decided to continue his investigation? Well, not necessarily, but what choice did he have? If he said no to Jeffery, then the man could simply fire Hank; although he was still on mostly good terms with the Captain, so that was unlikely. But he kept pondering: what exactly was there to investigate? He believed Connor, but he didn't want to believe Connor. If it was Henri who had killed Perkins, then what? He wasn't going to catch the girl, and he definitely wasn't going to arrest her if he ever did find her.

While lost in his conflicting thoughts, Hank's phone began to buzz, "Yeah?"

"Uh, Lieutenant Anderson?" the voice of an older man came through the line.

"One and only," Hank had been slumping over his desk at the DPD at the time of the call.

"Oh yeah, I uh, you remember me? It's Mac, from Shipper's Weapon Store."

"Yeah, yeah," Hank had neglected the memory of the gun-shop owner.

"So, the android I was telling you about? She came in this morning, and she wanted to get a gun, but she refused to show me any I.D., so I didn't sell it to her, and she seemed pretty upset, but I said you know, no I.D., no gun and-"

Boy, could this guy go on, and Hank had enough of it, "Okay, I get it. So what time this morning?"

"Well, if you would let me finish," Mac grunted over the phone. "And she said that she was waiting for an I.D. to be issued to her, and that she was gonna come back tomorrow, and then she was gonna buy the gun."

"Did she say what time?" was Hank feeling excited at the prospect that they finally got a solid lead? If they could find North and trail her, unnoticed, she would likely lead them back to Markus. And hopefully, if they found Markus, they could find the hard drive he stole from earlier… But that was on the condition of him not already destroying it, and could they be so lucky twice? Probably not.

"I was gettin' to that," Mac grunted once more. "She said she'd be back first thing tomorrow morning, and we open at 10 am, so she said she'd be here then, and then she'd buy the gun."

"Okay, thanks," something else occurred to Hank. "You didn't tell her anything, did you?"

"Sorry, what?"

"Did you mention to her that the cops are looking for her?" Hank angrily sighed; what a fucking guy.

"Oh no, man. Of course not."

"Keep it that way," Hank asked this trying to sound more diplomatic than usual. "Thanks for your cooperation." and he let the man off the hook.

Hank twisted his head around trying to see if he could spot Connor hanging around somewhere. He had seen less and less of the boy as of late, and he didn't have the most pleasant conversation with him that morning. Connor was preoccupied with finding this elusive woman, and it seemed to consume him. He had forgotten what they were really trying to accomplish in the first place: stopping this virus. And even though they were off the case, they still continued to investigate… Or rather, Hank still continued to investigate a case that he had lost interest in, but Connor forced him to continue it, and then selfishly abandoned it for insane reasons. Hank was unsure about where he fit into all of this; he was unsure about what he was supposed to do or be doing.

Despite his searching, Hank couldn't locate his partner so he decided to give the boy a call.

"Hank?" thankfully, Connor answered.

"Where are you?" he attempted to hide his annoyance.

"I just finished speaking with Kelly Mihn," Connor was going to explain everything, but he knew Hank wasn't going to like it. "Dr. Everett set up a meeting with Khatri for tonight. I will be going."

"What's… What's your plan?" Hank didn't really want to ask, but he also couldn't think of anything else to say.

"I won't lie to you, Hank," it was difficult to detect Connor's intention without seeing his face directly; however, Hank caught a bit of despair in Connor's voice. "I have no idea what I'm going to do. Hank I- I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

Connor's words relieved Hank; after all, Hank himself had just experienced the exact same thoughts, "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. You need to just do what you think is right."

"That's exactly it, Hank… What I want to do and what I should do are in conflict with each other."

"Is this a new feeling?" Hank chuckled on the phone, for he knew Connor had been in a similar situation before. "Don't you already know what that's like? Just because you think you should do it, that doesn't mean it's the right thing to do."

Connor paused for a moment, "What if there is no right thing to do? What if no matter the decision, the outcome is still negative?"

"Lesser of the two evils, I guess," Hank knew that things were never really black and white, wrong or right. Sometimes they just were.

"Lesser of the two evils?" Connor was familiar with the phrase, but maybe he didn't understand it.

"You have a choice to make, and you have to do one or the other, and sometimes, as you say, they're both bad, but… But you pick the one that you think will do less damage. You make the better of the two bad choices."

"Hank, I've been told to kill this woman when I meet her," Connor didn't want to make the choice; he didn't want to decide this for himself. "But I don't think I'm capable of murder, Hank. However, if I don't kill her, she will continue to hurt others. I also cannot detain her because I have no evidence to point towards a crime that she is guilty of."

"Even though you think you can't do it, do you still think killing her is the right thing to do?"

"Yes," the word never sounded so grim coming from his mouth. "But only because I can't think of anything else."

Hank pushed his palm up to his beard and let out a long breath, "You have to do what you think is right… Even if… Even if it seems like the wrong thing. Just, just don't do this alone, Connor. Let me come with you."

"No, it's too dangerous."

"Even better to have somebody watching your back," Hank was pleading to God in his own mind that the boy would just listen for once. "Connor, let me come with you."

"I-I-" and Connor knew Hank was right. Connor didn't believe he could do it on his own; he still didn't believe he could do it at all. "Okay, Hank. We do this together."