The incident from the office wasn't brought up again the next time Elaine saw Descole. He just acted as though it never happened. Could that have been a good or bad thing? Elaine couldn't really answer the question herself. But to her, she had a more pressing question on mind.

Why did she actually, for the first time in months since first meeting him, feel scared of Descole? True, that anger he showed was stronger then usual but she shouldn't have been so... submissive as she had been in reaction. She couldn't have started developing Stockholm Syndrome now, could she? No. No she couldn't have. She remembered reading it from a college psychology book she received from a friend after graduation. While her interest in the subject wasn't too strong, she kept it among her small collection of books in case she felt like reading something from it that actually interested her.

She didn't have positive feelings towards Descole, right? She wasn't seeing this situation from his eyes. She... couldn't seriously have mixed feelings towards Descole? And, just because she could admit Descole had human characteristics as everyone else didn't mean... None of that meant she developing Stockholm Syndrome. Right?

The possibility was something that unnerved the archaeologist. How would she return to normal life after all of this? But that brought up another question of whether she would be fine after all of this. But Elaine shoved that thought down and repeated to herself, that she would be fine when she did. She would go home, hug her family and return to work. Maybe forget about excavation digs for a little while. No. No, she couldn't do that. That would be a victory to Descole. If any excavations popped up, she would see what it was before deciding.

... If she ever could go home.

But at the end of each day she kept thinking of the woman, Lucy, from the photograph. Descole definitely knew her. Why else would he have her photograph? Plus he seemed more angry at the fact Elaine was looking at the photo then just being in the room itself. But how were they connected? She hadn't looked at the frame long enough to get her surname except that it began with 'S'. So how did Descole know her? While she and Descole did talk and try to be civil to one another... Well, she would try and maybe give a smart remark here and there while Descole would speak to her in a mocking tone and maybe some empty threats (At least, she hoped they were empty), he never mentioned any family. Scratch that, he didn't talk of anything in his personal life.

They could have been related. The woman's surname was 'S', true. But Elaine had always figured Descole had lied about his name to begin with so it wouldn't have been a real shock if it turned out to be something else. Could Lucy have been a sister? That theory would be a bit inconclusive since Elaine didn't really know what Descole looked like, but while Lucy's skin tone wasn't as light as her's, it was lighter then Descole's. A cousin? Maybe. A wife? Well, Elaine saw no sign of a wedding ring on his fingers. Albeit she never got a chance to look very hard.

Why was she so intent to know anyway? That was another question that popped up. But she reasoned that to know Lucy's surname could lead to knowing Descole's true identity. A bit of a long shot, sure, but it felt reasonable enough.

"Hawthorne?" Elaine looked up from the book she had been reading in the library to see Descole enter and walk towards her. She swallowed but closed her book, keeping her thumb on her current page.

"Something you need?" Elaine asked. Keeping her tone free of any possible emotion.

"No. Just checking where you were. That you weren't planning some kind of escape." Elaine pursed her lips. She was pretty sure the translation for that was, 'Just making sure you weren't in my office again and that I didn't need to freak you out.'

"Well I'm 'ere. Reading James Joyce. So you don't need to check up on me." Elaine muttered as she went back to her book. Only to feel a slightly rough hand under her jaw and was forced to look up at a quite apathetic looking Descole.

"Now, dear. Don't you think you should be a bit more polite to your host?"

"'Ost?" Elaine glared. "You kidnapped me, you sociopath! The fact I'm still alive is a miracle!"

"And sometimes, miracles end."

Elaine clenched her teeth and fists. If it already wasn't clear to her that he could easily beat her, she possibly would have attempted a kick or even a punch. Trying to get rid of the silence, and hopefully make Descole leave, she questioned,

"So 'ow is your, 'brilliant', plan going?" The bitter scowl on his face had Elaine wondering if maybe she should have asked a less work related question.

"There is some... 'difficulty', in relation to the singer for Song of the Sea." Elaine was surprised that Descole actually admitted to this, but quickly retorted,

"So I'm guessing someone was smart enough to avoid you then?" Descole gave a sigh, slight frustration showing in it. He let go of Elaine's chin and walked towards the window to look outside.

"She was sick. Ill of a disease that seemed incurable." Descole began. Elaine frowned. While she would have been happy enough with Descole failing, other people having to suffer wasn't exactly what she had in mind. "She died a few months ago actually. Around the time I took you to Ambrosia to be more precise."

"... Oh." Elaine wasn't sure what else to say. That was the only word that could slip from her mouth.

"However, her father was willing to accept my assistance in a project of sorts. We have the girl's memories saved. We just need to find a host that can accept them." Elaine swallowed as she slowly stood up. Her gut clenched as her mind wandered towards the possibility that she could have been a consideration.

"Don't flatter yourself, Hawthorne." Descole said as he looked back to Elaine. "I'm not risking losing you unless absolutely necessary, and even then I doubt I would."

"Erm... Merci, I think? But, why are you telling me-."

"Because There's about as much chance you escaping and telling someone as there is me being bested by you." Descole looked outside again. "We still need a host for Melina though. So far there has been no luck. However, I do have a plan in mind if this continues."

"Dare I ask what it is?" Elaine wondered out loud. Descole didn't look back to her, but Elaine could see his reflection in the mirror smirking a little.

"Tell me, dear. Are you a fan of opera?"

"I can appreciate it, but I'm more of a jazz person." Elaine replied in a slightly dry tone. "Why does that matter?"

Because, you silly puppy. If you're a good girl, I may take you with me to watch before the plan begins. That is, assuming we can't find someone to accept Melina's memories." Elaine furrowed her brows as she stared at Descole.

"Did... Did you just call me, 'puppy'?"

"I did." Descole responded as he turned around fully to face her as he began to make his leave. Smirking as he added,

"Quite frankly, your angry face is more akin to that of a disgruntled puppy."