Beat. Beat beat beat. Beat. Beat beat.

Felicity's heart was racing. She attempted to take deep breaths: inhale, exhale, inhale exhale. It didn't work. Time seemed to stand still. Her feet, clad in black patent leather peep-toe pumps, felt firmly planted in the ground, like cement had formed around her feet. Her throat was as dry as sandpaper.

"Get him in the car." Felicity scraped out. It was intended to be aimed towards Diggle and Thea, but instead, it just hung in the air like a bad stench.

Felicity stood there by herself in the abandoned warehouse for a little while longer before mustering the courage to attempt movement.

The drive home felt endless. An unconscious Oliver laid limply against the passenger side door. Diggle kept throwing glances toward Oliver's body every couple seconds, making sure he wasn't about to wake up abruptly and try to kill us.

"What's the plan?" Thea asked after a stretch of silence.

Diggle tossed a glance toward Felicity in the rearview mirror, cueing her to speak.

"I don't really know. My guess is trying to trigger his memories. See if he can remember something."

"By, what? Surrounding him with familiar people and things? Shouldn't we take him to a hospital?" Thea's voice was cracking every couple seconds. You could physically hear her pain.

"NO." Diggle spoke now. His voice was thick and layered with despair. "What would we tell him? He got kidnapped while he was on a mission as the Green Arrow?"

A migraine began to form inside Felicity's head. She couldn't handle all of this.

"Let's just get him to the Arrow cave. We'll figure out what to do from there."

His head felt as though it was stuffed with cotton balls. The darkness behind his eyes suddenly dissipated. His vision was blurry. He could make out the outlines of three people, possibly two females and a large black man. His vision cleared up moments later.

"Digg. He's awake."

The voice belonged to the blonde that was leaning up against the railing. He recognized her from the warehouse. She seemed to know him. Something about her felt familiar and … safe.

"Oliver. Take it easy, man. You know where you are?" The large black man bounded towards him. Oliver furrowed his brow.

"It looks like the Arrow cave." It came out in an almost unintelligible mumble.

He saw the other female, who was short and brunette, appear into view. A large, almost relieved sigh escaped from all their mouths.

"That's good. That's a start."

Oliver slowly sat upright. "All of you were at the warehouse."

The blonde smiled. The brunette still looked worried. The large man, supposedly called Digg, stood as firm as a tree, his large arms crossed.

"Yes. We got a tip from some sources that you were there. We'd been looking for you for three months." The blonde's expression suddenly changed and softened. She looked down at her feet and began fumbling with her hands, which were hanging over the railing.

Oliver placed his head in his hands. "I shouldn't be here."

He attempted to stand, but was immediately stopped by Diggle. "No. You are not well enough to leave. At least let the tranquilizer get out of your system."

Thea intently stared at Felicity before she spoke. "Digg, I think we should let them talk."

Diggle issued a nod towards Thea before the two left the Arrow cave.

A stretch of silence permeated the air before Felicity was the first to speak.

"I'm sorry I shot you." Felicity made her way towards the bed that Oliver was sitting on. She just stood there, however, her arms crossed, almost as if she was protecting herself from him.

"You had no choice." He was looking rather intently at her now. He could feel her pain. She felt safe, like they shared something special once. He knew, even if he didn't recognize her, that he would never hurt her.

"How did we meet?" His tone was genuine.

A soft smile spread across Felicity's features. It was small and almost not noticeable, but it was there.

"You were working a case. You found this laptop from a victim of the perp you were chasing, and it had a bunch of bullet holes in it." Felicity began to fumble with her ponytail. "I was working in IT at the time, and Walter Steele…" She analyzed his face, which looked confused, but sincere, as if he was really trying to remember. "...was my boss at the time. You came to me asking if I could lift anything from the laptop. You came up with some stupid excuse that I, mind you, saw right through."

An idle chuckle emanated from Oliver. For a moment, the old Oliver seeped out. He craned his head and stared at her. Their eyes stayed locked on each other's for what felt like an eternity.

"Why don't I remember you?" Oliver sighed before continuing. "It seems like you were important to me."

Hesitantly, Felicity sat herself down next to Oliver. She still kept her distance, afraid of physical contact.

"Not just me. Diggle and Thea, too. I mean Thea is your flesh and blood, but Diggle was the first to know your secret."

Felicity reached behind her, her hand becoming encompassed in the pocket of her skirt. She retrieved a folded photo.

"This is a picture of your family. It's a photo of the people that love you for who you are, and not the things you've done." She got to standing and left the Arrow cave, leaving a bewildered and confused Oliver in the darkness.

[Later that night]

"I'm sorry sir. Something came up."

[muffled] "Cut these people off immediately, Queen. Emotional attachments only hinder the mission."

"I know sir. They ambushed me. I got tranqed. There was nothing I could do."

"Cut the crap. There is always something you can do. The mission has been set back. Fix it!"

"Yes sir. Consider it fixed."

[The next day]

"...police found the boxer, also known by many as the Wildcat, murdered in an alleyway outside his gym last night, with an arrow protruding from his head."

"You think this was him?" Diggle sat on the couch of his apartment, Lyla in the other room looking after his daughter Sara.

"It's no copycat, that's for sure. The bruises on Ted look like they were inflicted by a highly skilled combatant, somebody who knew what they were doing." Felicity was in Palmer Tech, watching Curtis run tests and type away furiously at a keyboard.

"Why Ted, though? He was a decent guy."

"I'm not sure that matters, Digg." She sat down at a desk with her head in her hands. She removed her square-rimmed glasses and rubbed her eyes, trying to alleviate the newly formed headache plastered behind her glossy eyes.

"I don't follow."

Felicity ushered an exasperated look towards Curtis, who motioned for the phone.

"Digg, it's me. We think Oliver is being told to go after other vigilantes, or those that have been vigilantes in the past." Curtis put the phone on speaker.

"So you're saying…"

Felicity sighed. "We think someone has turned Oliver into a…. Vigilante hunter."