"It has to be here somewhere!" Robyn was practically throwing the books off the table as she searched for her camcorder, tipping over piles and looking underneath the table as if it would have somehow been glued onto the bottom.

Noah watched to the side, not feeling the urge to help in depth. He had given a cursory glance over the table but the feeling in his stomach, chest, and head were simply too much for him to worry about much of anything else. The feeling didn't seem to be getting any worse – but it didn't seem to be getting any better.

"I can't have lost it, Noah, that's not me!" Robyn said desperately. She looked on the verge of tears. "I don't put it anywhere I don't know where it is. Noah, please, help me, please!"

Noah put up a hand. "Robyn… Please think for a moment." His words were quieter than usual but this served to help as Robyn had to actually listen to hear him. "Are you sure you were last in the library when you last had it?"

"Yes! I came straight from the library to you! I'm not lying, I—" Robyn's eyes went wide. "Maybe somebody took it. Maybe somebody is out to get me and they know that I can't think without the camera, Noah, who would have taken it!?"

"Robyn, just the person I was looking for." Noah and Robyn turned to the voice.

Penelope walked towards them with a small smile on her face. In her left hand she was carrying the familiar sight of Robyn's camcorder. Instantly Robyn dived towards it and practically snatched it from Penelope's grasp, clutching it to her chest. "Ah, I guess you had lost it."

"Where did you find it?!"

"In the cafeteria. I recognised it and since you have been in the library a lot as of recently, I figured I'd chance my luck. Turned out to be a good gamble."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Robyn started to slow her breathing as she clutched at the camcorder. It was a side of Robyn that Noah hadn't really seen before. He knew that she had been admitted to Hearthome a few years after her brother had passed – Robyn had told him that much – but he didn't know why she had been admitted, although had suspected it had something to do with the camcorder. He had thought it was a simple coping mechanism, an old camera given to help heal her mind, similar to how toys could sometimes be given. Seeing her react like this though, he wondered if the camcorder had come from outside of Hearthome, from Robyn's past. In fact, now that Noah thought on it, didn't Robyn say that it was her brother's camcorder? He supposed it made sense then. Perhaps one day he ought to ask her the whole story, but asking for a whole story in a place like Hearthome was taboo at the utmost. It was better to wait to be told, rather than ask. Asking was the doctor's job.

Penelope looked at the table and the haphazard books and started picking them up, placing them neatly back on the table. "You sure do know how to make a mess. What are you looking for in here, Robyn?"

"Just information about the list. Ways to stop it. That kind of thing," Robyn said, glancing at Noah. "I haven't found much, really. Did find some other interesting things though!"

"In what way?" Penelope asked. Robyn had joined her in picking up the books. Noah still felt too queasy to do much of anything other than watch and listen.

"Well, there's nothing from recent times. Hearthome always had new books come in, and new books have stickers on the back with dates and stuff. The last book I can find only has a sticker of four months ago. That's crazy!" Robyn grabbed the last book and held it up, showing off the sticker. "See! Trust me, I've looked."

"That is quite interesting," Penelope sat next to Robyn. "But why does it intrigue you Robyn?"

"Because it means Hearthome is hiding something, I always knew it, always! Get this guys, Noah, Penelope, get this! I think that Hearthome isn't a psychiatric hospital at all! I think it's a testing ground, a place where they try different things and see what sticks! Oh my God, maybe we're test subjects, grown from tubes!"

"I think your brother would disagree with that," Noah said quietly, slipping into a seat next opposite. He had also forgotten this side of Robyn, her obsessing over the insignificant and the formation of absolutely crazy conspiracy theories. Things like Conner being a werewolf, Doctor Evans having a twin, and now this. Things that just couldn't possibly be true but Robyn would latch onto the idea, sometimes for a few days, sometimes for months. Once she had that gleam in her eye, that was it. Noah strongly suspected that her initial reason for researching was long lost into the conspiracies.

"Hmm… good point, good point… I'll keep thinking. They'll be something else, I'm sure of it," Robyn muttered. She flicked open her camcorder and gazed into the black screen.

"Noah, you do not look well," Penelope said, looking across a pile of books to Noah.

Noah simply nodded in agreement.

"Do you need to go to the medical bay?" Penelope asked. "You look pale and sickly."

This time Noah shook his head. "I'm fine," he managed. As soon as the last word left his mouth, something flickered in his brain. Another shadow. This one familiar, not like the last time. This one had purple eyes.

"Stop letting them be saved, Noah, let me take what I need!"

The sooner the voice had echoed, the sooner it had disappeared into his memory. Noah pushed his palms against the wood of the table, drawing long, rattling breaths.

"What's wrong?" Penelope asked, reaching out and placing her hand gently on his.

"…I…" Noah paused. He found himself knowing he probably shouldn't say the next words, but he needed to get it out. "…I feel like the List has just moved on. I… know it. Robyn, we need to get you somewhere safer…"

Penelope drew her hand away and cocked her head at Noah. "But I thought I was next on the List, Noah?"

Noah stood up shakily, using the table to support himself as he rounded next to Robyn's side. "I…" He clutched at his head. He was absolutely certain that the List had moved on. Something in him, something deep within him, told him so. But nothing had happened to Penelope in the last minute or so of talking to her. Something occurred to him. "Robyn… Your camera… you said you came straight from the library…"

"I did," Robyn nodded, looking completely lost.

"Are you absolutely sure?" Noah asked seriously, gripping her shoulder. He was aware he was holding her too tight but if he let his grip go he was worried he would fall.

"Definitely, I was reading a book on the full moon when I realised it, I came straight to you."

"Get up."

"Huh?"

"Get up!" Noah winced at his own voice and Robyn immediately stood like a scolded puppy. Still holding onto her shoulder, Noah pulled her backwards. Penelope also stood up, looking perplexed. She opened her mouth but Noah interrupted. "You said you got that from the cafeteria…"

"I did, Noah," Penelope said with measured words. Were they concerned or threatening? Noah's head was pounding.

"Stop lying to me…"

"I am not lying, Noah," Penelope took a step forward.

"GET BACK!" Noah roared with such volume that it made Robyn jump like a frightened rabbit beside him. He wasn't certain if he had ever raised his voice in Hearthome, let alone shouted. Penelope froze, immediately stopping. "Why is… Why is everything a lie… why is…" Noah could see colour in the corners of his eyes. He was losing control. Losing his grip on what was real or not. The List had moved on, he was sure of it, but Penelope was here, right in front of him. He didn't understand.

As Noah backed up with Robyn, he suddenly felt his back bump into someone else. Noah immediately spun around, forcefully turning Robyn as well, to come face to face with the timid Rebecca, one of the nurses from the medical bay.

"Nurse Watts, perfect timing, Noah is very ill. Can you take him to the medical bay, he's become violent. I do not think we need orderlies." Penelope's voice was distant.

Noah was staring into Rebecca's eyes. She looked terrified beyond any doubt. He turned his gaze down and saw she was holding something in her right hand. A simple mask with a moon etched into it. Almost as if he wasn't controlling himself, he looked to her left hand and saw something he had seen only once before in a secure cabinet inside the room of Conner Shepherd.

It was a knife.

Noah looked back up to Rebecca's pale and drawn face. "What are you—"

The small knife thrust forward and Noah couldn't do anything but watch as it pierced him straight in the ribs. The knife was barely as long as Rebecca's finger but Noah felt the pain lance up. The nurse – who he had seen a few times in the last few days in the medical bay – pulled the knife free.

"Noah!?" Robyn's voice was loud in his ear.

The knife pushed forward again, hitting just to the left of the same spot. Noah gasped in pain as he felt the cold blade slide easily into him. Part of him felt like he could feel it grate against one of his ribs. With the blade inside him, he could feel it shaking from the grip of Rebecca, whose hand and wrist were shaking like a person possessed.

"STOP!" Another voice suddenly bellowed out into the library and Noah watched as Rebecca was pulled backwards. She stumbled and fell to the floor of the library, her eyes darting upwards to the figure that had arrived.

"Owen?" Penelope said, shocked.

Noah clutched at his side, feeling the pain burning, but also not losing his balance. The blade was small and he felt like maybe it hadn't hit anything important. Robyn was next to him in an instant, putting her own hand over his to put pressure on the wound. He followed Penelope's gaze and indeed saw Owen standing over Rebecca with the bandage over his head from the fall in the elevator shaft that had killed, for lack of a better term, Oscar.

"Not Owen," he said, quickly moving to Noah. "Are you okay? I'm sorry I was late."

"Ollie?" Robyn said incredulously. "Where have you been, Owen thought you were gone. Do you know about Oscar, I—"

"Enough," Ollie said, raising a hand. "I'm… dealing with that. Noah, where are you at?"

"I don't think anything important was hit," Noah said. There wasn't a great flow of blood but his and Robyn's hands were still covered in the liquid.

"Nurse Watts… Rebecca…" Ollie said, looking at Rebecca who was still sitting on the floor. "I know what you want. I can help you. None of us in this room are fighters. You don't have to do this."

"I do," Rebecca said with a distant voice. Her fingers grasped blindly for a moment before they grabbed the small knife again. "I have to. I have to!"

"You don't!" Ollie said, stepping in front of Noah and Robyn. "I know what your group is doing! I expect Jason has already dealt with his attackers. I know that Conner will be sorting out his. All seven of you have fallen into his trap so stop it, Rebecca, okay? Nobody has to get hurt!"

Rebecca Watts slowly stood up and swayed lightly on her feet. Her bottom lip was trembling, tears running down her cheeks. "I was… trusted… with the job, I have to do the job, don't stop me from doing it!"

"I can't stop you," Ollie put his hands up in front of him. "I'm not a fighter. None of us are, Rebecca. We're not soldiers like Jason's men. We don't have the past that Conner does or even John. Hell, the only time I've ever fought anyone was when I was seven! I can see it in you as well, Rebecca, you've never done something like this before, have you? You're trembling. None of us here are fighters, none of us here are killers, we're normal, so just put down the knife and we can talk about all this, okay?"

Noah, holding onto Robyn, looked at Ollie's back. He realised that it was the first time he had actually seen Ollie in action properly. Before all of this, he had never talked to the young man, and then in his vision he had spoken with Owen and really all his conversation had been with Owen only, with Oscar appearing in the meeting when he was crying. Unlike Oscar, who had been focused on grief and sadness, and Owen, who seemed more of the protective side, Owen was filled with courage and nerve as he faced down somebody holding a knife, a knife which was covered in Noah's own blood.

"What do you say, Rebecca?" Ollie asked. "Please?"

Rebecca trembled. She took a slow hesitant step forward and immediately Ollie, Noah, and Robyn stepped back to keep the distance. The nurse reached down to grab the fallen mask on the floor, with the etched moon, and brought it to her face. She quickly strapped the mask over her head and her eyes, still wet, stared at them. She raised the knife.

"I am not Rebecca Watts. I am Gula. And Gula is trusted and Gula has a job to do. Gula can't talk anymore so Gula must do what she has to do. Kill Noah Barker."