He was alive. This became Carrie's mantra day in and day out. As she had stood silently at his funeral, she repeated this to herself over and over again. He was alive.

The sheer terror she had felt when she found out that Quinn had been left for dead was almost more overwhelming then when she was told he was. Saul had lied to her; multiple times to her face. He stood before her, looked her in the eyes and told her that Quinn was dead. More lies. He knew that would rip her apart, perhaps even send her into a complete tailspin, yet he didn't care. Saul did it anyway and she could never forgive him for that. Even telling her that Quinn had been cremated. How disgusting had he become exactly? But more importantly, what does he and Dar Adal have Quinn doing that was worth orchestrating his death?

The same evening of Quinn's funeral, Carrie tracked Rob down. He was her only hope at finding Quinn. She wasn't surprised when she pulled up to a motel; she assumed they all lived the same - if you want to call that living. She knocked a few times on the door and there was no answer. Impatient as she was, Carrie knocked several more times, now with a bit more urgency, "Rob! I know you're in there! I need to ta-"

As soon as Rob heard his name he swung the door open quickly, "What the hell are you doing here?!"

"You know exactly why I am here." Carrie barged in past him, and turned to face him, folding her arms as he closed the door.

Rob sighed. He didn't want to deal with Quinn's shit right now, "Look, you can't be here. I don't know what you think I know or what I can do for you but there's nothing. Quinn's dead and you need to accept that."

Carrie scoffed, "Thats bullshit and you know it. Did Adal train you to say that shit and go along with the rest of his lies or is he paying you to stay quiet?"

As soon as she mentioned payment, Rob's eyes darted up, meeting hers. They held each other's stare for a moment before she spoke again, "Whatever it is, I'll pay you double."

Rob laughed, "I don't want your money Ms. Mathison. What I need is for you to leave me the fuck alone."

He started to reopen the front door and Carrie lunged her arm forward, slamming the door shut. They were face to face now and he could see the desperation in her eyes. Shit, he thought, don't look at her.

"Please... I am begging you here. I get that you don't know me and you probably barely know Quinn except for the fact that you both are from the same litter, but I need your help. I am fucking crazy, Rob!...But for some insane reason apparently he loves me. I don't deserve him and I doubt I deserve to even be happy but I need to make sure he's alive. I can't lose him." she held Rob's gaze for a long time, her eyes glassy, "Please..we both know Quinn is alive.."

Rob looked back at her and maybe it was the tone of her voice or maybe she was just really fucking good at her job, but he made a decision, "I don't know if he's alive, but I do know we didn't go back for him." Rob exhaled and moved away from Carrie, leaning against the wall before continuing.

"There was a fire fight, we were overrun by-"

"I know I know, what happened after that?" Carrie asked anxiously.

"We fell back to the east and were given orders to disperse to our separate extraction points. Adal aborted the mission and all communication ceased. When I got back I was briefed to say I went back for Quinn and recovered his body."

"But you never went back..." Carrie let it sink in and she paced a bit, "so the last time you saw Quinn he was hit...bleeding but still alive?"

"Yea and he was giving them hell." Rob said almost proudly. "Listen I shouldn't be telling you all of this but I have never left any of my men behind until that night. That's not how we do things. We know we go into whatever shithole they throw us in and risk our lives, but we never risk each other's." Rob shook his head, "I regret it and I wish I could go back myself but I've got eyes on me."

Rob walked over to the kitchen counter - barren except for a few receipts and a take out menu. "Pen?" he asked.

Carrie fumbled around quickly in her bag almost not believing he was actually helping her. "Here.." she extended him the pen and he took it quickly, scribbling on the back of one of the receipts.

"These are the last three extraction points I know Quinn used. It's likely he would have used one of them on our last mission." Rob handed her the paper and knew what she would ask next, "we never told each other our extraction points to be safe; in case one of us was captured."

Carrie nodded and took hold of the paper but Rob still held it firmly, "If you get into any shit you didn't get this from me. You were never here. Understood?"

"Yea, I know." she told him, nodding as he released his grip and she slipped the paper into her pocket.

Carrie walked towards the door and opened it to leave and looked back at him, "Thank you.. I mean it."

"Good luck." Rob told her and she began slowly walking away. "Hey.." Carrie turned apprehensively, hoping he hadn't changed his mind already. "That was the first letter Quinn ever wrote. That's why I am doing this." Rob shut the door, inside hoping she would find him.

Carrie stood there for a minute after Rob went inside. She touched the paper in her pocket as she had did the letter. That damn letter. Really Quinn? That's what you write, six fucking words? And you say what you said in a letter. She shook her head, she needed to stop thinking about that and focus. She would have plenty of time to ask him all of her questions after she brought him home.