Emma sighed, she didn't know what to expect. She left, but she hoped that someone would at least have the decency to leave her books for a week. The area looked like it had been scrubbed clean of any hints of life that had ever been in there. This wasn't even the mots painful blow. Dr. Agnes acted like she didn't even exist, as if he had never met her.
Emma moved to the chair that she would read in and sat down. The window had collected moisture from the frost and Emma couldn't help but draw a face on the window. The sound of people walking through the hall in front of her room was accustomed to her. Even the occasional sound of screaming and shouting at the Doctors. Thinking back to the night that Emma and the Doctor sneaked into the asylum, Emma tried to reason that there was just a patient that was messing with her. The feeling of the thing that chased her still being in the asylum caused her chills. Emma couldn't fight, the one time that she got punched by a more violent patient she ran into her room and hid under her bed; she was only ten, but the person who punched her was only 12. Even today, Emma couldn't fight. She would just have to run or pray that the Doctor would have a surprise rescue. She thought back to Zedek's words. She had to find her book, hopefully she could read it. As a child she fantasized about what could be written in the book. Young Emma hoped that the book would be filled with spells. So that she could create mischief in the asylum, like turning all the doctors into frogs.
After about fifteen minutes, Emma went into her bathroom to fix her hair. She let her hair hang loose in waves around her shoulders.
"You should let your hair down more." Zedek walked through the bathroom door.
"How did you get here?" Emma spun around and backed against the counter.
"I'm serious, you look fantastic." Zedek picked up a side of her hair and ruffled it.
"How?" Emma demanded.
"I followed you." He looked into her eyes, "What were you thinking about in that chair for such a long time?"
"Possible ways of eating an orange." Emma said seriously, "I've come up with twenty three."
"I can tell when you are lying." He raised his eyebrows, "Did you change your mind about the drink I offered?"
"Are you going to hurt me?" Emma squeaked out.
"No!" Zedek put his hand against his chest, "I won't hurt you, I'm here to help."
"I don't need help." Emma shook her head, "I am perfectly fine, I've got everything under control."
"Your life is a puzzle and if you put all the pieces together, you will get a very interesting picture." Zedek crossed his arms.
"What would that picture be?" Emma asked.
"The picture would be you, with a very dark shadow behind you." His eyes glazed over.
"I've never done something that would be considered dark." Emma defended.
"Lets consider the fact that you are not just one person. You're Emma Petrova and Dima. The Emma side of you is tender and fierce. The Dima side of you is temperamental and self serving. A long time ago Dima hurt a very dangerous man and now he wants to ensure that he gets his revenge." Zedek put his hand on the side of Emma's face beside her eyes.
"What do you mean revenge? Is he going to kill me?" Emma spoke quickly, "I didn't do anything."
"Did you read the book?" Zedek asked.
"No, I um misplaced it." Emma stammered.
"You've got to be kidding me. Didn't the person who gave it to you tell you to take care of it. Emma, that book is thousands of years old." Zedek sighed, "Find the book and don't lose it."
"How did you follow me?" Emma asked.
"I'm an angel, the laws of physics don't apply to me." Zedek smirked and clicked his tongue.
"Are angels just a species of Alien?" asked Emma.
"Don't go around telling people that, you will get put in a padded cell." Zedek put his hand at his side.
"Not much will have changed." Emma shrugged.
"You should remain, for the rest of the night, in the clinic." Zedek said.
"Why?" Emma asked.
"Just to be safe, someone wants you dead. And don't be alone for too long." Zedek warned.
"Where will you go?" asked Emma.
"I can go invisible.
" Zedek warned, "I'm pretty awesome, if I do say so myself."
Emma walked out of the bathroom, with an eye roll to Zedek, and down the stairs into the clinic. Most of the people had settled down for the evening, save for some of the patients who argued with the doctors about their nighttime medication. Guinevere was asleep when Emma went into the clinic, she had an empty pill cup and a half full bottle of water beside her bed on the night stand. Emma settled in a chair beside the window and stared at the clock, it was nine at night. Soon Emma drifted into a deep sleep with her head against the back of the chair. a
At about three in the morning a shadowy figure loomed over Emma, his eyes staring down at her with fury. Although the figure was close enough to Emma that if it were a person they would be breathing on her neck. All of the patients had gone to sleep by the time the figure had appeared beside Emma, except for Phil.
Phil was wondering the halls, he made his way into the clinic and was looking in the window at the figure. He was too terrified to go into the room, but he didn't move away from the door when the figure started to make its way towards him. He shook, as the figure started to solidify and it pulled open the door. At the last moments of Phil s life, he looked into the angry eyes of a demon like figure.