Derek walked slowly around the front room of the Weever home. His eyes kept moving around, looking for any signs of Metal or Grays. So far he had heard and seen nothing. It was almost too quiet on the first floor. He wished that he had been able to go with John and Sarah into the garage. Hell, as much as he distrusted her, Derek even wished that Cameron had come with him. Something just wasn't right.

"What do people do with this much house?" Derek muttered. "Hell, all we needed was tunnel under the city and we had a place for a dozen families to live. What do two women do in this place?"

He had no sooner uttered those words when he heard shots being fired. He hurried towards where the sounds were originating. He was about to turn the corner when he felt a solid object crash into his body. With a grunt, he was grown to the floor. Upon looking up at his attacker, Derek was shocked to see himself.

The original Derek watched as his copy reached down and picked up his gun. The copy looked at it for a second and then started off towards where the shots had been fired, moving in an almost identical fashion as Derek did.

"Who the hell are you?" Derek coughed out as he regained his wind.

"Never mind that." A familiar voice whispered from his side.

"Cameron? What are you—" Derek lost his train of thought as he realized it was not Cameron. The girl had a hint of kindness in her eyes. A look he knew all too well. "Alison? How? You were killed before I was sent back."

"Everything will be explained later. Come with me if you want to live."

Derek looked back at where his copy had vanished. Whatever was going on, John Connor must have been behind it. That was the only way Alison would have been here. Derek knew John would only do something like this if it would help the cause. He pushed himself to his feet and followed Alison as she ran towards the front door.