1994

"Ma'am if you sign right here."

Whitney stood in the morgue around eight that night. Her makeup running and her entire body shaking. Her arms were crossed, and she couldn't seem to get a grasp on reality as the doctor in the white lab coat handed her the metal clipboard.

"I want to see him…"

Her words choked out through tears. Right away the doctor's expression changed and he glanced over at the figure covered in the sheet behind them.

"Ma'am, we found his I.D on him. You don't…"

"I want to see him."

Her words were stern as she wiped her eyes quickly, refusing to sign. The doctor sighed before looking around. There was nobody else in this freezing basement of a room.

"Ma'am, it's bad. I don't that you want to see him like that."

Whitney pushed past him, annoyed and feeling as though she was on the verge of completely losing it. Everything seemed like a blur. Back in her apartment her screams brought the two police officers who came rushing into the bathroom. Whitney's eyes were snapped shut and one of them shook her.

"Ms. Castor!?"

Whitney opened her eyes to find the lipstick gone in just a matter of seconds. The mirror was clean and there was no sign somebody had written on it. Whitney blinked in disbelief. She knew she had seen it. Tears running down her face she began to back up. Nothing made sense, not even the police informing her there had been a horrible accident involving Philip.

"Didn't you see it!?"

She asked, pointing to the mirror. Both officers exchanged a look before one softly put their hand on her shoulder.

"Ms. Castor, try to take a deep breath…"

"There was a man in my apartment! He was in here!"

One of the officers cleared their throat before asking her if she wouldn't mind going to the station with them. Standing there in the empty bathroom, looking at her horrible reflection Whitney knew what she had seen.

She was terrified.

The ride over was a blur, Whitney sat in the back before she finally asked if Philip was dead. The officers said nothing until one slightly turned to look at her.

"Ms. Castor…"

Whitney lowered her head and began weeping. How could this have happened? Just today she woke up and everything was fine. Thinking of the tall man standing in her door way she felt sick to her stomach. Asking through tears what had happened they told her they would answer all her questions once they arrived at the station.

Now here she was.

Whitney went to the table and before the doctor could stop her she pulled the sheet back and froze.

Right away her eyes widened and she turned, vomit coming up her throat and spilling on the cement floor. Her knees buckled before she fell hard. Right away the doctor kneeled down beside her, offering a tissue to wipe her mouth. Whitney's throat burned as she snapped her eyes shut, slightly moaning.

"W-w-what…happened?"

"The police think it was a mugging gone wrong…"

Whitney opened her eyes, that image forever burned into her head. The room seemed to be spinning. Kneeling there she remembered when she first met Philip a few years back. How back then his hair was thicker and almost came down to his shoulders. How distant and gorgeous his blue eyes were and how he first said hello one day when she was reading a book and having lunch on a bench on campus.

He was all she had.

It hadn't sunk in he was dead.

"I mean…what did that?"

The doctor sighed, gently resting his hand on Whitney's arm.

"I don't know…maybe a club or something. Come on, let's go upstairs."

Helping her to her shaken feet, Whitney held onto the doctor while her thoughts returned to those horrible words, looking as though they were written in blood across her mirror.

You and I belong together.

Whitney felt sick as she walked away.

1941

"Regan!"

Her father's voice called from their small farmhouse. Regan was upstairs in her bedroom staring at her now nearly fully developed body in the full length mirror that was beside her hope chest. Smiling, she finished pinning up her beautiful fire red hair and checked herself one last time. She was nervous, but very excited.

In the next room she heard her younger brothers playing.

Checking herself one last time she smiled before quickly hurrying down the stairs. There she saw her father sitting beside Landa at their kitchen table. Both smoking pipes and laughing. Right away Regan felt shy, her mother had informed her about a month back of how the colonial intended to propose. She had known Landa most of her life, a good friend with her father he usually visited a few times a year. She was always fascinated with him and found him oddly handsome for an older man. Just this past year she was beginning to feel a strange attraction to him as much as the thought of becoming a wife terrified her. She still felt too young. She didn't care about the war, or politics. She simply wanted to enjoy her childhood even though her mother kept reminding her she was becoming a woman.

Standing there, both men looked up. Landa smiled before her father waved her down.

"Regan my sweet. The colonial was wondering if you would like to take a walk with him around the field?"

Regan blushed before nodding.

"I would love that."

Landa put his pipe down and smiled.

"You're speaking English very well I notice."

Regan smiled, her palms sweating as she rubbed them against the side of her dress.

"We've been speaking it a lot lately. I'm not as advanced as my father of course, but he said it will become second nature."

Landa smiled as Regan went down the rest of the stairs.

"Yes practice makes perfect. You're father also informed me you're learning a bit of French and Italian?"

Regan smiled before nodding.

"Yes."

"Well that's wonderful. I always find a well cultured girl the finest. Now my dear, how about that walk?"

Regan smiled as Landa got up, his leather coat still on. Offering his hand, Regan took it as his father smiled watching them. Walking out, the sun seemed to wash over them. A gentle warm breeze was in the air as they began to walk around the beautiful countryside.

"Do you mind if we continue speaking English. I relish whenever I can use this language."

"Of course Colonial…"

"Please, call me Hans."

Regan smiled as they kept walking. Everything seemed so much more beautiful as Regan tried to control her heart which seemed to be racing in her chest. She hoped he didn't notice how nervous she was.

"I do believe you've learned of my intensions with you by the end of this year?"

Regan looked at him and nodded.

"Yes."

"I've watched you grow up Regan. You're father is like a brother of mine and I can trust him. He's raised you into a fine woman…and I would be honored if you became my wife."

Both stopped as Regan looked up at him, her eyes nervous and slightly scared. Hans smiled looking down at her before she gulped.

"Of course Hans. The honor would be all mine."

Hans smiled before raising her hand and gently kissing it.

"I will take you to Paris this spring. Sadly I need to go on a points check this autumn in the French countryside."

"Points check?"

Hans looked amused.

"A points check my dear is when I go from farm to farm checking if anyone is hiding Jews. Which I'm almost certain they are."

"And what do you do if you find them?"

Hans stared down at Regan with love in his eyes. Brushing some of her hair away he smiled.

"That my dear I don't want you to worry your pretty little head about. All that matters is I will return before winter. Perhaps spend the holiday with your family and then come spring I will show you Paris. You'll love it."

"And then?"

She asked nervously, staring up at his eyes.

Hans smiled touching the side of her face.

"And then you will become mine…"

"NO! "

Regan screamed, snapping awake.

"Whoa!"

Donny sprang into action, grabbing Regan as she cried out. Her eyes were huge and she was shaking all over. Seeing that she was still half asleep, he gave her a good shake. His heart pounding in his chest, he thought someone was being murdered when he awoke from his deep sleep.

"Regan! Baby it's okay you were dreaming! It's just a nightmare."

Regan's heavy breathing settled down before she lowered her head. Donny rubbed her back before gently kissing her neck.

"Shhhh, it's okay. I got you…"

For the last two months Regan has been suffering horrible night terrors. They would come and go and as soon as she woke up she would completely forget what she had dreamed. Aldo claimed she was losing it, but Donny said she was perfectly fine. He had been taking care of her and swore nothing was wrong.

It was December, nearly three months since they first found Regan. At first she kept to herself at first. Staying in the truck and sleeping most of the time. Her fevers would come and go and every once in awhile a nosebleed so bad Donny would use one of his bandana and hold it against her nose and blood gushed out. Twice since this happened Donny got nervous enough to think something was wrong. But within an hour the bleeding would thin out and Regan would swear she was fine. Something was learnt very early on about Regan.

She hated being fussed over.

She got headaches and the scars on her legs and back were slowly starting to fade.

She stayed out of everyone's way. Whenever the men were moving or working she offered to help but most of the time Aldo would chime in saying they were fine. So she kept to herself and watched them.

She always rode in the front cab of the truck with Donny who hated leaving her sight. She right away found comfort in him and within the first few weeks every night whenever they were camped out she would curl up against him, playing with his metals and dog tags that laid against his thick chest hair. Most nights Donny would lay awake worrying, while Regan would curl up against him sleeping. Always wrapping his arms around her, he found comfort in her as well.

They were moving a lot lately. Ambushing small German teams that were lined up around the border. Regan learned very quickly exactly what they did and usually stayed in the truck and out of sight whenever they were dealing with Nazis.

She learned the men's names very quickly. Donny was beyond overprotective about her and usually had a jealous tint in his eyes whenever any of the others spoke with her. Most of all Wicki.

The men seemed to like her and all kept their word to Aldo not to say anything. At first everyone was distant, but before they knew it they were warming up to her. She was Donny's woman but seemed to bring a little life into the team.

Ever since the rape none of them looked at her in that way again.

The actual plan Donny and Aldo cooked up wasn't exactly clean to most of them. They didn't know if she was here to stay or if they planned on doing something with her. Right now it seemed up in the air and the least of their problems. Everyone knew how Donny felt about her, and decided it was thin ice they didn't exactly want to walk on.

Aldo spoke with the men one night and informed them that it seemed Regan didn't remember squat. As far as he knew they were keeping her for a while and within the end of the year make sure a message got back to Landa that his darling fiancé' was now wife to the famous 'Bear Jew'. Aldo had taken a liking to her and said having a woman around wouldn't be that bad. She didn't slow them down and had a nice enough personally for a young girl.

Wicki smoked and listened. Everyone knew exactly how he felt about this.

"What does that mean?"

Aldo looked at him.

"It means whatever happens to her is up to Donny. In a way he owns her and it's up to him when it comes to making choices. If he wants to keep her that's fine. But she's his responsibility. This team ain't a place for women and if she starts to become a pain I'll force him to leave her behind. If not then she's his. I think we all remember the original plan. She don't need to know what happened if she can't remember. I think Donny's new plan is smarter and less cruel, even though I know her people wouldn't spare the same for an American woman. We wait within the end of the year and see what happens. Send the message and then…"

"And then what?"

"We'll cross that road when we get there. Donny has been watching out for her and has taken a liking to her. I've seen that boy before and he's been half crazed. Got nothing to live for…I'm sure you all see a difference in him now and I want you to let him be. If she becomes out of hand I'll take care of her myself. But that's between Donny and me. Until then it seems both are doing all right. Let him keep pretending with her, ain't hurting nobody."

"What if she starts remembering?"

"I warned Donny…I'll shoot her in the fucking head. Same if she one day tries to speak her mind about what we're doing. But so far she's kept her trap shut and has been a good girl."

"What if everything is said and done. The war ends?"

"It's up to Donny. I think we'll just have to wait and see."

Most of the men agreed but Wicki stayed silent. Shaking his head he walked away before seeing Donny in the distance near the truck holding Regan around the waist and lifting her off the ground as he spun her. Both were laughing, and Wicki couldn't believe how happy she looked.

He felt sick.

More time past and more miles they made.

Regan began slowly coming out of her shell. She could sew really well and whenever any of the men had a tear in their clothing she would be more than happy to fix them up. In fact she really like sewing. Most of the time whenever they camped out she would sit by the fire softly humming while mending the men's jackets and slacks.

She wore the skirts, jumpers, and slacks and blouses Hanna gave her. She loved keeping herself clean and whenever they stopped she would try to find a river or stream to wash up. She was pleasant and to Donny always smelled sweet, almost like dried leafs and spice. She had a wonderful laugh, and began showing a good sense of humor even though most of her entire life was now a blur. The men began playing along and started getting along with her. One night by the fire they showed her how to play poker. Sitting beside Donny she looked confused while Donny sat close, showing her the cards she had and which ones to lay down. The men laughed when Regan surprised them all and won the first two hands.

Her relationship with Donny meanwhile really was unclear to everyone else.

At first she clung to him like a child would. She barley said anything in the beginning and whenever they were in private would cry until she got sick. Donny meanwhile acted like a changed man around her. He was patient and beyond understanding. He stayed close, was very protective, and always stayed awake until she drifted off to sleep beside him.

He was gentle with her and didn't force her. Almost the complete opposite as he was that horrible night in the forest when he pinned her against the tree.

He didn't force the issue that they were "Husband and wife". Instead he was more comfort to her and a good listener. She could barely remember anything and seemed so confused. When she began slowly coming out of it, becoming more comfortable with the men and herself they began to talk.

Donny told her about Boston. About his family and how he got drafted. One evening he decided to show her the baseball bat and softly told her what it was used for. Regan sat in their shared tent, staring down at it before asking to hold it.

Donny slid it over.

Regan's thin fingertips danced across all the carved names. Frowning, she stared up at him with her sparking green eyes.

"You kill men with this?"

Donny nodded.

"Only the ones who deserve to die."

Nodding, Regan held the bat before looking up at him.

"Is this a club?"

"Sort of. It's a baseball bat."

"Baseball?"

Regan said sounding confused. Donny grinned.

"You ain't ever heard of baseball?"

His voice sounded excited.

Regan smiled.

"No…is it a sport?"

Donny grinned from ear to ear before taking her hand. Leading her out of the tent near the camp fire he began talking a mile a minute.

"You ain't ever heard of baseball?"

Regan smiled looking up at him as he lead her over to the fire. Sitting, he took a stick and started showing her.

"Where I'm from we got ourselves the greatest baseball team in the world. The Boston Red Sox."

Omar snorted before Donny looked over at him and smiled. Regan seemed confused.

"Red Socks?"

Donny smiled, amused before drawing in the ash of the fire with his stick.

"Okay, that's the pitcher…see him…"

Regan nodded. Leaning over, she closely watched him as one arm went around her as he began drawing the rest of the field. A few feet away Wicki watched, feeling the most lonely feeling he ever felt in his life.

Donny explained baseball, Boston, American food, and of course the art of hair styling. Regan couldn't believe this was his career. Donny told her about how it took over his father's shop and had been cutting hair since. He touched her hair, which a month or so ago he violently cut off himself. Smiling, he commented on how beautiful her shade of red was. Regan blushed as he began fussing over it, showing her how to pin it up and how to put her bangs out of her face.

Soon she began to show even more trust. Whenever the team walked together they would hold hands. Both would lay awake for hours in their tent talking about nothing, inches away and laughing. Regan found that Donny believe it or not was very ticklish.

He kissed her on the top of her head, on the cheek, and every once in awhile on the lips. They slept together night after night but never did anything. The more comfortable she got the more he began noticing her touching him. Whenever they rode together in the truck she would lay her head against his chest, or slip her hand into his.

As time worn on she began teaching him the little Italian she knew. Donny refused to learn German, but seemed to be enjoying Italian. More than once Aldo would sit close by and listen. He even began picking up on it better than Donny himself.

They shared the same tent, and even washed up together. As the cold weather set in, Donny gave her his leather jacket that was five times the size of her. Whenever they were near the stream, she would watch Donny shave with fascinated eyes.

More than once they stole quick glances at themselves whenever they dressed. Usually whenever Donny did this he would quickly look away ashamed. Regan meanwhile was curious about him, and a little intimidated by his size.

He would carry her sometimes in play. Spin her around or lift her up until she couldn't stop laughing. He was gentle and very loving with her.

Now as winter began to take over, Donny saw himself falling in love with her.

It was right before the first snowfall that they attacked a group of German soldiers. Donny was in the middle of beating one to death with his bat when Regan appeared. The men's cheers died down before Donny noticed. Blood had splashed up against his face and shirt.

Regan didn't seem disturbed. Instead she took a step closer, curious before sitting beside Aldo and watching. Donny took deep breaths, his pulse racing before he suddenly liked the idea of her watching. Looking down at the bleeding man he lost it completely and continued beating the man to death. Regan didn't cheer with the others, instead she simply watched.

When Donny was finished, she walked over, a wet washcloth in her hands.

Donny was trying to catch his breath. Despite the freezing cold he was sweating. Regan walked over before looking straight up into his eyes. Slowly she began to wipe the blood off his body, gently and with care. Donny didn't say a word. Instead he just watched her.

They attacked another group a few days later. This time Regan wanted to help.

Wicki, Donny, and Aldo were standing together when she asked.

Aldo looked unsure.

"Listen, what we do ain't for women."

"Just let me help…these are the same men who helped kill my family. I'm not one of them anymore."

Aldo glanced at Donny who looked nervous.

"Regan it isn't safe…"

"I can handle myself. Please let me help."

Shrugging, Aldo looked at Wicki and nodded.

This time Regan stood on the dirt path. Within seconds she was able to make herself burst into tears. Right before the men hid Aldo tore the sleeve of her shirt and slapped her hard across the face. Donny stiffened when he saw this but kept his mouth shut. A few minutes later, Regan was playing the perfect part. Her face was red from where Aldo slapped her, and the tears were gushing from her eyes. Her shirt was torn and to even add to the effect she had thrown some dirt on her.

The sound of the jeep coming filled the air. Donny waited in the bushes, scared to death and on edge.

Within a minute a jeep approached. It stopped and three German soldiers stepped out. They were all young men, barley under twenty. They quickly got out and hurried to her.

"Meine Dame! Halt! Sind Sie in Ordnung?"

Aldo looked at Wicki who had his rifle ready.

"What did he say?"

He whispered.

"If she was okay."

Wicki flatly answered back.

Down the hill, Regan kept crying, lowering her face as the men got closer. Just then one of the men squinted as he looked at her. His eyes widening.

"Ach mein Gott! Es ist Sie!"

Wicki didn't say anything but Stiglitz who was standing a few feet away stepped forward.

"Oh shit, they know her."

Donny's expression changed to pure panic. Grabbing his gun he started down the hill at full speed.

"Donny wait damnit!"

Aldo called, but Donny was running down. At this exact moment the Germans stepped closer as they looked at Regan. Lifting her head she seemed confused. But before they could say another word Donny was behind them, firing a bullet into the back of all three of their heads. The blood splattered on Regan as she jumped back in shock.

Donny stopped as the bodies dropped, breathing deeply he looked at her.

"Are you all right?"

Regan slowly nodded, staring at the dead bodies before slowly walking over to him. Pressing her face into his shirt, he wrapped his arms around her.

That night as they camped out Aldo gently hit Regan on the shoulder as Donny was trying to get her to have some soup. Lately she had gotten picky and had lost weight.

"You did real good there hon, real good."

Regan smiled, embarrassed before Donny nuzzled her face.

"I thought they were going to shoot you…"

Regan smiled warmly up at him. The cold was getting to everyone.

"I wasn't worried. I knew you would of saved me."

Donny smiled before leaning down. This time they kissed again and the kiss was much more full and longer. Once it broke, they stared deeply into each other's eyes.

"I love you."

He said. Regan smiled before kissing him again.

Before the fire died out, it began to snow.

Now here they were, in December and the team was hiding out in an old abandoned village. The place was snowed it and looked as though the last people who lived in it was before the war started. The five buildings that still stood were crumbling and fallen over. Glass broken, bricks thrown, and snow nearly waist high covering the one road. Parking the truck a mile back, the men tugged through the snow. A blizzard was coming and an ice storm had hit the night before. The men all walked together closely, taking only what they needed. Donny wanted to carry Regan but she said she was perfectly fine. Now wearing the boots Hanna had given her she seemed to handle herself pretty well in the snow. Wrapped up in Donny's leather jacket and a parker, Donny kept asking if she was cold. He had given her gloves and tried bundling her up as much as he could. Laughing at him she said she was more worried of him freezing to death if he kept stopping asking if she was all right. Both held hands, as he helped her through the snow.

By the time they reached the torn down village the snow was blowing twice as thick. The men stayed close knowing a whiteout would happen soon. Getting to the first building, they finally got out of howling snow. Setting their stuff down Aldo began passing out lanterns. He told them to spread out and they would take turns keeping watch. He also warned them about the cold. He suspected by midnight it would become freezing and to bundle up nice and warm before falling asleep.

The men saw that this was once an old hotel. Most of the beds were on rusting spring frames and the mattresses, as dirty and as torn as they were still looked better than sleeping on the freezing cold ground. Donny saw Regan yawning under her hand, bringing her to one of the bedrooms he set down everything and pulled out some blankets.

Regan sat on the edge of the mattress, surrounded by dust and rubble. Staring out the cracked frost covered window she looked strangely beautiful. Donny took the blankets and extra jackets out watching her. The most overwhelming dangerous feeling of love washing over him.

Crawling into bed, he motioned for her to lay down with him. Both laid back as Donny pulled up the blankets and let her settle in beside him. Putting his arm around her, he took a deep sigh of relief and noticed it was so cold he could see his own breath.

"I'm glad I'm here Donny…"

She softly said.

Donny eyed her before smiling. Looking up, Regan licked her lips before deeply kissing him. Caught off guard, Donny couldn't believe this was coming out of her. Kissing back, he laughed through the kiss before pulling away. She smiled before gently kissing his chest and shutting her eyes.

He watched her sleep before looking up and watching the snow fall outside.

He was going to make things different. She loved him now and he knew everything was forgotten. He would kill as many Nazis as he could before finally bringing her to America…and having the family he never had.

An hour later she woke up screaming.

Still trying to calm her down, he had his arms around her and gently rubbed her sides.

"Another nightmare?"

Regan nodded.

"You remember?"

"Of course not…that's me. Not remembering anything."

She pulled out of his grip and stood up. Grabbing one of Donny's sweaters, she pulled it over her head. Sighing she mumbled something about getting some fresh air. Donny watched her, feeling helpless.

Going downstairs, Regan found Wicki and Utivich standing together laughing as they kept watch. Both were sharing a bottle, and looked the happiest she had ever seen them. Smiling, she walked over, rubbing her arms.

"Hello..:"

Regan liked Wicki. Not only was he a gentlemen, but was nice to her and could also speak several languages. This made Donny beyond jealous whenever he caught them speaking German, but knew he couldn't say anything.

She liked Utivich because he was nice, kind, and kept to himself.

Wicki smiled.

"Regan Utivich received some good news."

Regan raised an eyebrow as Utivich grinned from ear to ear holding a piece of paper in his hands.

"I got a telegram about a month back. I was so nervous something was wrong so I didn't read it…"

Wicki grinned, putting his arm around Utivich.

"Utivich has a son!"

Utivich laughed before Regan smiled.

"Oh my God that's wonderful!"

Walking over she gently kissed Utivich on the cheek before hugging him. Something that Donny would of lost his mind seeing. Utivich blushed as she did this and Wicki watched pleased. Whenever Donny wasn't around things seemed right.

Pulling back Regan smiled.

"That's so amazing Utivich. When did your wife give birth?"

"November, we named him Jeffery. Dorothea is fine and I guess the baby was seven pounds."

Regan smiled, the horrible empty feeling of the nightmare drifting away. Wicki smiled before offering the bottle.

"Care for a sip?"

Regan looked uneasy before slowly taking it. Wicki watched amused as Regan took a swig before making a face.

"That's horrible!"

Utivich and Wicki laughed as Regan handed the bottle back.

Regan joined in laughing and that's how it was for a little while. Just the three of them downstairs as the snow blew outside, laughing and enjoying the good news Utivich received. Utivich sat back, smiling.

"I can't wait to see him. Man I wish I was there…"

"You will be though, for the rest of his life."

Regan said smiling. Wicki looked at her and thought back at his wife. A memory he seemed to always be pushing away. Remembering how she cried out his name as Donny raped her, his heart broke.

Just then Donny came downstairs, his bat against his shoulder.

"Regan?"

Regan looked over her shoulder, smiling.

"Donny, Utivich just found out he had a son."

Donny walked over.

"Really? Congrats man that's great."

Utivich smiled before Donny put his arm around Regan's shoulders.

"It's cold. Let's get you back to bed."

Regan nodded before eyeing Wicki for a brief second. Wicki smiled at her as Donny began leading her back up the stairs.

"Pleasant dreams Regan."

Regan smiled before Donny held her arm tighter, leading her away. Wicki watched them climb up the stairs, lighting a smoke and feeling horrible for that young girl.

She reminded him so much of Sara it wasn't even funny.

That night, Regan didn't sleep. Instead she laid awake beside Donny listening to him breathing and watching the snow.

Something felt off…as though part of her was missing. Looking over at Donny, she took one of his big hands and softly kissed it. Closing her eyes she took a sigh of relief and felt lucky that in this terrifying world…she had her husband.

Present

"Can you describe the man who was in your apartment again?"

Whitney sat in the police chief's office. The window behind him gave a beautiful view of the glittering city below. Whitney sat in her chair, makeup still running and her chest shaking. She didn't think she could even function before one of the doctors gave her a shot to help her relax.

First they asked who her contact was. If Philip or her had any family.

Philip had a younger brother back in Chicago, but ever since their parents died when he was a teenager they had a falling out and hadn't spoken in nearly twenty years.

Whitney was an orphan, she didn't have anybody.

She had them call Lucy, she couldn't think of anyone else.

A tissue in her hand, she couldn't seem to really grasp anything.

"H-he…looked like this…"

Reaching into her purse, she scrambled to grab it before spilling a few of her things. The chief crossed his arms before laying the crumbled up black and white photograph out. Trying to spread it out with her hands, she slid it across to him.

She usually kept notes, files, or clippings from her classes. This one was of the Bear Jew. The same exact photo that she had blown up in her office. The chief leaned over, looking at the photo before raising an eyebrow.

"You know him?"

Whitney shook her head.

"No, he just looked a lot like…"

Her words broke up, she didn't think she could take this.

They had questioned her and briefly outlined what they thought had happened.

A mugging gone wrong.

Whitney felt horrible, closing her eyes she tried to explain about the stranger she had run into. How he came by her apartment minutes before the police came. How he had her license since she dropped it.

It all sounded crazy.

She tried to tell the chief that a man…who had blown himself up fifty years ago was at her apartment. The same man she had been studying since high school. The same man who was dead and used to kill Nazis with a baseball bat.

Thinking of what was left of Philip her stomach turned.

The chief told her that they got nothing on the security tapes. Whitney wasn't in question since the doorman to her apartment saw her come in around the time they clocked Philip's death across town. They asked about the man she described and the doorman said he hadn't seen anyone like that.

"He…"

She tried to say another word before bursting into tears. Just then Lucy's voice filled the office.

"Holy shit!"

Lucy came rushing over, her arms wrapped around her before she buried her face against hers.

"I am so sorry! Are you okay?"

Whitney couldn't answer. The shot the doctor had given her seemed to numb her out. Her reactions were slow. Lucy right away turned and looked at the chief.

He cleared her throat.

"Excuse me, are you Whitney's friend Lucy Anderson?"

Lucy nodded before the chief asked to see her outside. Excusing themselves, Lucy patted her arm.

"Honey I'll be right back…"

Whitney watched them leave and through the glass door talk in the hallway. Whitney sat there, feeling numb and completely alone.

Nervously she eyed the crumbled up photograph of The Bear Jew on the desk.

She suddenly felt sick.