It is late at night. On the remote island, things start calming down. In this time, Hunnigan is kept under constant surveillance, Dylon still doesn't trust her, even if she has no means of communication to the outside world. With this time, Helena enjoys the subtle peace. She sits in the library, finding any books of interest. A strange tag, popping out from one of the rows, catches her eye. She walks over and pulls out what appears to be a bunch of drawings held together with string. The pictures appear to be made by a child, colors everywhere and all.
Helena stops on the last one she sees, a picture of herself, Deborah, Dylon, and the children. The door opens, she turns to see Dylon, holding Maya on his right shoulder. Maya starts reaching for the book Helena has. She closes it and hands it to her, she hugs it in joy. Dylon puts her down and says "It's her picture book, something for… I don't know, she just likes to draw."
Helena looks down at her and smiles. To think, it's been a few days, and she feels at home. However, as she looks back to how this started, the thought rolled into her head. "Dylon, you've been a great host but...?"
Dylon gestures to Maya to give them some privacy. "What's wrong?"
"Well, after learning my sister is still alive, I almost completely forgot, but… what happened to Verden?"
Dylon looks down in annoyance. "It… wasn't him."
"What?!" Helena is confused, was it not him?
Dylon walka over to the large chair and takes a seat. "It was a fake, an impersonator."
"What do you mean?" Helena asks.
Dylon looks down on the left side of the chair, where a small lever sits. He pulls it up several times, in a set pattern. On the last one, a small hole in the wall opens up, revealing an ancient journal. Dylon gestures to Helena to retrieve it. As she did, she flips through the pages, stopping near the center of the journal. The page has a photo on the left side, showing a group of scientists, some young, some old. One stands out from the rest, Verben, looking the same as she met him.
Helena is baffled, the person she met a week ago, hasn't aged at all.
"It couldn't have been him," says Dylon, who knows exactly what Helena was thinking. "After I found the body, I found small features in the skin, showing signs of surgery. As far as I can guess, this man was to be the Verben the public would know."
Helena, still baffled by the realization, struggles to ask "So… is he…"
"No," replies Dylon, "I know he's still alive, I can feel it. He's out there…"
Helena notices Dylon tensing up, his hands gripping the armrests, his nails cutting into them. For a moment, she sees the same creature on the cruise ship in front of her. The same fear, building. But as soon as it appears, it vanishes. "I'm sorry," says Dylon, "it's just the thought of… those experiments. If he somehow captures my family…"
He couldn't finish, the thought tugged on his emotions. Helena decides to leave, feeling that he needs time alone now. However, deep down, she felt the same when Derek Simmons took her sister, doing such horrible things to personal gains. As she opens the door, Maya runs in, worried. Dylon sees her running towards him. "Daddy," she says, "are you okay?"
"Hm… I'm fine sweetie, don't worry."
Suddenly, Theo and Raph come running in. Helena was amazed, it's like they felt their father's grief. In another room, Deborah tries to put Dimitri to sleep. He begins to cry softly. Even she begins to feel saddened. She looks toward Dylon's direction, as if she feels his grief too. His children climb onto the chair with him. He begins to feel calm, at peace, seeing how they care for him as much as he does for them.
Far off in an unknown area, a camp is set near the shore of a beach. In one of the the tents scattered around, a being stirs from his sleep. He awakens, appearing surprised. He walks out of his tent and looks towards the ocean, as if he sees an invisible force. He walks back to his tent, grabbing a rolled piece of paper next to it. He opens it up to reveal a map. With his finger, he marks a line on it, using an unknown liquid, going out to the ocean. With that, he goes back to sleep, awaiting morning to come.