Sam didn't need a psychologist to tell her that everything Archer had just told her was true, for with every word Archer spoke the prevalent event in her life slotted into place in her head not unlike a puzzle piece.

To the man standing over her unconscious body it must've appeared as though she had been told too much information, that she had overloaded, but in reality the opposite was true. Everything suddenly made sense. The reason she felt so out of place here was that she was out of place. This was not where she belonged.

Though every inch of her mind screamed at her that Archer was telling the truth, her memory was less than helpful. These events she was told felt right, but they also had the markers of a mad tale someone had told her long ago rather than her own life.

Sam let out a frustrated sigh and opened her eyes. She looked directly at Archer for a few seconds, ignoring his scared pleas for her to be alright, and tried to make her life story actually seem real. The trouble was she had no idea how to go about it. She tried to focus on what Archer had said rather than the stories she had been told by her nemesis, but only succeeded in making them both feel fictional.

There were two sets of truths in her mind and while she knew which one was actually true her mind was being less than forthcoming. She couldn't remember anything more than what Archer had told her.

"Tell me more." Sam said suddenly, making Archer jump out of his monologue of begging her to speak.

"What?" Archer said, staring at her warily.

"Tell me more about my life." Sam replied, staring at him with a fire in her eyes that was more than a little unnerving.

"Sam no. You just fainted because I told you who you really are- wait. You believe me?" Archer asked, stunned.

"What you said it… it sounds right." Sam replied, placing a hand on her forehead.

"That's good! Well, it's progress at least. Trouble is I don't know any more than what I told you." Archer said as he helped her into a seating position.

"Well then who does?" Sam said, wincing a little as she made to stand up.

"That guy I told you about, Tom, he's probably the best person to ask." Archer replied slowly.

"Then we need to get to him." Sam said, placing her hands on the cell door and scanning her eyes around.

"Oh, sure. Let's get some McDonalds while we're at it." Archer said sarcastically.

Sam rounded on him.

"Do you have a problem with trying to escape from this place and getting back to our lives?" Sam asked menacingly.

"No." Archer replied.

"Well then." Sam said simply, turning back and continuing to scan the corridor outside their cell.

"Sam do you really think it's that simple? There are hundreds of men out there- all of which wouldn't hesitate to kill us on sight!" Archer exclaimed, "Not to mention the fact that we're trapped in a tiny cell!"

"Yeah… I've been thinking about that." Sam said slowly.

"You've been thinking what?" Archer asked, staring at her like she was losing her mind.

"I've been thinking.. HELP! HE'S TRYING TO KILL ME!" Sam screamed at the top of her lungs while beating her fist against the door.

It took Archer a few seconds to realise what her plan was, but as soon as he did he quickly moved to the side of the door. As Sam had predicted a guard came bursting in, Archer tripped him over and Sam hit him over the head after taking his gun. Together Archer and Sam hauled his body into the cell and shut the door behind him before locking it.

"Stick behind me." Sam ordered, moving down the corridor in a crouched position after placing the keys in her pocket.

Archer couldn't suppress a small moan. They'd be lucky to get out of there alive- and even if they did there was nowhere to go.

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Sorry about the lack of updates once again, I'm really struggling to find the motivation to continue this story!