Erica opened her eyes. She hadn't wanted to sleep; they must have put something in their food.

She was still in the cold white room. The decor made it feel like an abandoned hospital but she had no idea where she was. At first glance everything seemed smart and well-kept but if you looked closer you could see on the walls and ceiling where brown stains seeped through the fresh coat of paint There was a single high window with filthy wire-glass that only let in a minimal of light. Worse though was the air, it had a kind of insidious dampness that seemed to chill her to the bone. The bed at least was comfortable but under the crisp clean sheets the mattress was spotted with unidentifiable stains.

Erica pulled the bed sheets tighter around herself although it did little to chase away the cold. It didn't help that the only clothing her captors had left her with was a thin hospital gown.

She starred at one stain in particular that resembled a smiling face and tried to work out how much time had passed. The quality of the light had changed, maybe it was evening.

Erica looked around the room to see if she was right. She spotted the metal plate piled with rice and brown slop that was left on the tray table by the bed, a sign that it was getting late in the day. As far as she could tell five days had passed, or maybe more.

Something else was missing too, but whatever they had drugged her with was doing strange things to her memory. Her stomach ached as well. She wriggled round in her bed to look down at her belly. There was a dressing above her hip; she pulled away the corner of the tape to peer underneath. There was a red needle mark. They had been experimenting on her again. When she was first brought here they had taken blood… a lot of blood… and injected her with something that had left her with a racing heart beat and shaking hands. They hadn't injected her with anything since, but they were still taking samples.

Erica curled back into a ball and pulled the sheets round herself again to chase out the chill. She tried to work out what she had forgotten. She knew it was important but didn't know what or why.

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…

The At Last was following a navy patrol boat towards the site where the pirate ship had gone down. The officer who had spoken to them at the consulate had agreed to give them a tour of the navy operation that was investigating the wreck.

The ocean around the boat was dotted with orange buoys that marked out the search area. The At Last was moored where they were directed and then Kendall, Reggie and Jackson were welcomed aboard the cruiser.

The naval officer led them to the area he called the control centre. There was a map of the sea bed laid out on the table with the outline of the boat drawn out in black ink. The map was dotted with red triangles and amongst them an area of four green triangles.

"What's this?" Kendall asked.

The naval officer cleared his throat.

"The red triangles mark human remains. The green triangles are identified female remains."

Kendall just starred at the map. Somehow being here made it all seem more real. The boat was definitely down there. The divers were definitely bringing up bodies. Her certainty that this was all a lie was beginning to waver. Could that small cluster of green triangles really mark the last resting place of Erica Kane?

"And how is the investigation going?" Jackson asked, putting a comforting hand on his niece's shoulder; or should that be step-daughter now.

"We still haven't found the reason for the explosion, all our gunfire was aimed at the prow but the ignition source appears to have originated at the bow."

"So you suspect foul play." said Reggie.

"We don't know quite what we are seeing yet. The work is still on-going. Do you want to see our operation?"

"Yeah, that might be helpful." said Jackson.

The officer started to lead them out onto the deck. Reggie was the first to follow. Jackson put an arm around Kendall's shoulder and gently steered her away from the map that seemed to mark her mother and sister's grave.

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Out on deck they were led to where a group of crewmen were working a winch.

"Have you found something?" the naval officer asked the leading crewman.

"B team have found more human remains." said the crewman.

"Oh." said the officer backing away. He turned to the others. "Maybe you don't want to see this?" he said trying to shepherd them back towards the cabin.

He was a little late, the net came up out of the water and swung out across the deck. Jackson and Reggie stepped back but Kendall pushed forward, she had seen something she recognise in the net and wished she hadn't.

A crewman, in a tyvek suit and gloves, pulled the body part from the net and put it into a yellow biohazard bag. It was a mass of flesh encased in a metal and black plastic. Kendall covered her mouth to smother her wail. They had found her sister's leg brace and possibly her leg.

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…

Erica was still lying in her bed trying to find her missing memories. She was trying to remember how she got here. Maybe that would help to tell her what she had lost.

She remembered being dragged from the cabin, a gag in her mouth and a bag pulled over her head. She had been thrown onto the wet surface of a power boat and then dragged into the rusty and damp interior of another bigger boat. She could feel the engines vibrating as the boat set sail. But that journey only lasted moments before it stopped again. Erica lay in the dark wanting to know what was going to happen next. She could hear nothing of what was going on beyond a muffled drip in the room she was being held in.

She waited…

And waited…

Then suddenly the door clanged open and something was dropped into the corner of her room and then the door crashed shut again and the lock turned.

Minutes later the engines started up and the boat was on the move again. Again the journey felt very short. The boat stopped and as before the door crashed open and this time Erica felt arms around her and she was grabbed up from the deck and hauled out of the room. Still hooded and bound, she was pulled through the corridor and out onto the deck and then she was dropped over the side of the boat. She felt a surge of panic but found herself caught by another pair of arms.

This time Erica found herself dragged away and dropped into a soft surface in a room that smelt of cologne and sea salt. She was on a bed, but something told her this was still a boat, she could feel the movement. Something else was dropped on the bed beside her and then she heard a door close.

Erica reached back with her bound feet to try and find what was behind her. Her toes touched warm flesh. She reached out next with her fingers and felt hands reaching back towards her, bound like she was. She held the hand that grasped hers.

She wasn't alone.

Erica realised the other prisoner was…

…

"…Bianca!" Erica exclaimed and sat up from her bed. How could she forget Bianca?

The other bed in the room was empty. While she had been sleeping they must have taken her daughter away.

Erica ran to the door and hammered against it, no longer minding the filth and the cold.

"Bianca!" she yelled. "Bianca! Don't you hurt her! Don't you hurt my baby..!"

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