Rollie had no capacity for time and what day he had lived through in the four-foot square room where he had been held. Since losing his sight, he at least, felt no pain. He had long ago stopped feeling for a way out. There was not a sound, not another human voice; only his, as his dry, parched lips tried to make a cry out again for help. Without any human contact, without hope, he had begun to hallucinate, he knew that he was dehydrated but the visions he had, although blind, played in his mind, not through his eyes. He tried to concentrate on the dreaming, on the one thing that Mangela had taught him as a boy that seemed to have worked. He found himself drifting, unable to keep on his song-line.

 

Angie had made it back to the location compound. She parked, trying not to look at her face in the rear view mirror but the swollen eyes and cheeks were hard not to see. She sat in the back, pulling up the satellite phone that Rollie had installed not long ago and called her Uncle Guillermo in Toledo. While sympathizing with her, she picked up on the fact that he would probably not be able to help her due to the deep operative functions of the splinter group that Michael had been involved with. She informed him of her pregnancy as well and then cried again with him on the phone. By the time she had composed herself again, there was a knock on the door of the van.

 

Hastening her goodbye to her uncle, she wiped her eyes and walked up to the front, pushing open the door. John Latham was at the door, which was very unusual for he had a full shooting schedule and it was the middle of the day.

 

"Angie, I just wanted to say, I can see you are worried…" he began, noting her face and stood there, ill at ease.

 

"This is not like Rollie, John," she replied, flatly.

 

"I know, and I want to say I was sorry for putting any stress on you about the picture. I think you should call the police." John Latham had been hearing from people all morning about Rollie and the fact that his disappearance was highly unusual.

 

"Putting in a call right now, in fact," she replied, "you want to come in?"

 

"No, no- I just wanted to see if you were okay. If you need anything, let me know or Bill, okay?"

 

"Yeah, sure John."

 

He walked away and she went back to the phone. She called Mira and began crying again as Mira had a hard time understanding her. The last thing Angie remembered Mira saying was; "I will be there…stay put!"

 

Angie was so profoundly tired that she left the van and went to the trailer, collapsing on the bed. She curled up and pulled Rollie's pillow over, holding it against her face, smelling his scent and falling into a deep sleep. It was a sleep full of faces and masks- and the sound of a heart beating strongly in the background. There was a pure white light that she found herself in and she winced suddenly, startled and woke up to find Mira standing over her, shaking her.

 

"Hey…oh Angie, what's wrong? Where is Rollie? Tell me what happened?"

 

"You want some water, I imagine…" the voice said, startling Rollie as he jumped and backed up against the security of the wall behind him as he sat in the floor of his cell.

 

"Yeah…" he managed to get out, "and a toilet…'fraid I have a mess around here," he said to the voice.

 

"No matter, come on then. We can get you what you need, my friend," the voice commented. Rollie smiled, for this hallucination was nice, promising and some of his visions were not.

 

He felt strong hands on his shoulders and someone lifted him from under his armpits and pulled him forward. His legs were like jelly as he tried to walk. He liked this hallucination even better because he was moving around and could feel fresh air on his face all of the sudden.

 

"Here, toilet!" said another voice, harsher and the touch on his shoulder was rough as he was pushed forward. Rollie relieved himself with no problem as he was taken over a few feet and stripped down naked. He said nothing as he felt himself being pushed under a warm stream of water. He opened his mouth, swallowing the spray as he was doused with a strong force of water and handed soap. He washed and toweled off.

 

Another voice told him to get dressed and he had clothes put into his hands. He did as he was told, without question. It was still a nice hallucination as far as he was concerned. He was handed water and food, which he ingested hurriedly, almost greedily for he feared the pleasure of this hallucination, would be gone soon. Once full and satisfied, he finally called out to the voices he had heard; he might as well feed his delusions now even more.

 

"Where am I? What do you want from me?" he asked, his eyes still seeing nothing, his senses heightened to every sound though in the room.

 

"All in good time…but for now, you are alive. You should relish that thought now and be prepared for anything," the voice that he remembered from the beginning, said. He felt a hand touch his arm and pull on him so he followed the lead. He was brought through a door, he knew because he felt the frame as he slightly stumbled through the threshold and then he was pushed down, falling onto a cot, for he could feel the mattress.

 

"You sleep. When you awake, your preparation will begin," the voice told him. Rollie again did what he was told for he was very tired indeed. He almost smiled, as he felt safe, the room he knew was much larger but to lie down in comfort was wonderful and he drifted off to sleep a few seconds later.

 

 

Mira sat back against the headboard next to Angie who was lying on her side facing her. The look on Mira's face was one of surprise, anger, and embarrassment. Angie saw the detective's face crumble when she told him about Michael's new face and life. But when she told her about what he had said to her about leaving Rollie behind and that he could not help her, Mira had gotten angry. Angie left out the part about Michael's kissing her. It didn't need to be said, Mira had already lived through so many of Michael's other lives and women. Angie would never try to tell Mira that Michael was good for her again and try to rekindle any relationship between them. Mira had been right to divorce him.

 

"Angie, listen to me. I can send a unit over to this island and we can comb for evidence. I can call in the FBI, make a call to the CIA, anything!" Mira told her, wiping the tear from her eye, hoping that Angie had not seen it.

 

"I don't know if that would help Rollie or not. It might anger whoever took him, I just don't know. I don't know who to bargain with!" Angie replied, and sat up, swinging her feet over to the floor beside the bed.

 

"How are you doing, everything okay, I mean with the baby?" Mira then asked, softly.

 

"I'm fine, no problems," Angie said, turning her head and meeting Mira's concerned eyes. She knew Mira was worried that all this emotionally strain might make her miscarry like she had.

 

"Let me make some calls, Angie. I also think that it is about time that I faced Michael or his new alias, David Grant. Give me his address at the paper and his apartment," Mira asked her as she stood up, her mind on one thing, seeing Michael.

 

"Yeah, okay but remember Mira, he's likely to upset you. I don't want him to hurt you!" Angie told her, putting her hand instinctively over her strained finger that he had bent back and the push against the wall he had inflicted on her.

 

"Believe me Angie when I say that the only hurting that will happen will be on Mr. Sanchez's body." Mira replied, hands on hips as she grabbed the phone.

 

Angie settled for a shower. Somehow, she just wanted to get in the enclosed area, even away from Mira and be alone. She was happy for her support but she couldn't help herself. Her overwhelming, darkening depression over Rollie's abduction ensued. She had hoped that Mira couldn't hear her crying in the shower.

 

"Hey, you need to eat something," Mira said, standing in the bathroom of the trailer as Angie stood up in the shower, realizing that the water was turning cold. Angie grabbed her towel and came out, teeth chattering as Mira shook her head.

 

"Look at you, your lips are blue, chica! Come on, you have to take care of yourself and you have to eat! You have to keep that little Tyler fed too, huh? Rollie won't like you all skin and bones, he likes the Angie curves, okay?" Mira smiled as Angie returned it.

 

"Okay…"

 

They hit the catering line for dinner. Many people now from cast and crew came up to her and gave her their concerns and hopes. With Mira present, she ate although she really didn't want anything. She knew the aggressive policewoman was right about taking care of herself and as she took in the last forkful of food, she looked across the Hudson to Pollepel Island. The sun was starting to set behind the encampment, the island growing dim in the distance. Rollie wasn't there anymore but she knew he was somewhere and alive now.

 

"You have a call, Angie. It's long distance from Australia, of all places," Bill Casey told her as Mira and she were leaving the table.

 

"You go on and take that call, Angie. I need to go into Yonkers now, anyway, okay?" Mira told her, as Angie nodded. She had a feeling who was calling and walked with Bill over to the Director's trailer.

 

She picked up the phone and the voice made her smile for he was reassurance personified;

 

"You holding up, Angie, my girl?" Mangela asked, his voice so welcomed to her as she smiled, knowing it took a lot for him to use the modern contraption of a phone to ring her.

 

"I am trying, really…" she replied, sniffling slightly as the tears began to well in her eyes again.

 

"No need for that, love- he's alright. Used the dreaming, he did awhile ago. I could feel his fears and his love. You feel that, too."

 

"Yeah, I know he's alive. I want him back so!" she replied, and the crying began again as he chuckled and consoled her.

 

"Now, you need to take hold and be strong! You need to listen to that little heart inside you, love. Take care of our baby, now. That is what Rollie is telling us now."

 

"How? Oh, never mind- I should have known…" she replied, smiling as Mangela laughed and she felt better.

 

"I have the song-line in my heart here with Rollie. You need to listen. You will be able to hear it too, for he is sending it to you, Angie," Mangela told her then, and he hung up. Composing herself, she walked out of the trailer, meeting Bill Casey's concerned look. He had been waiting for her.

 

"Anything I can do, Angie?"

 

"No, I have a lot of people looking right now, Bill. I think everything is going to work out. I think I will go back to the van and work on the sequences for tomorrow now. I guess we have a movie to do, right?"

 

The assistant to Latham nodded, his face still registering concern. She touched his shoulder and then walked off alone. Night was falling and she wanted to keep her mind preoccupied.

 

 

"Wake up! It's Tyler, right?" the voice asked, the sound harsh and impatient.

 

Rollie stirred, sitting up and sighing as his sight was still gone; "Where am I?"

 

"Not important! Get up, your debriefing is about to begin," the voice replied, and Rollie felt the rough hands pull at him as he walked with them, being lead to somewhere else, away from his comfort, his dreams and his thoughts of Angie.

 

 

Mira Sanchez drove back from Yonkers, letting her own frustrations release. She slammed the steering wheel with her fist as she nearly lost control of the car and realized her anger and hurt were getting the best of her.

 

When she had arrived at the Daily in Yonkers, she was told that David Grant had resigned abruptly. When she had gone to his apartment, she found the door open, and the place empty. Michael had left, pulled out and disappeared again. He had left his friend behind in captivity and apparently, had what he had wanted all along- some precious files to do business with, Mira thought with hostile degradation. She didn't want to face Angie now. Her ex-husband had caused all this pain and her total humiliation as well. There was no one who could comfort her with this realization as she began to release the futility of it all with tears.

 

She came up to the guard gate at the movie encampment and showed her badge. Once inside and parked, she walked over to the trailer where Angie was staying. No one answered the knock so she went to the one place that she knew Angie would be other than the trailer. The F/X van sat alone, parked to the side of the other vehicles. She could see the lights on inside and she walked slowly over to it, sighing as she opened the door.

 

"Hey, Mira! Did you talk to him? What did he tell you?" Angie asked, her face hopeful as Mira pressed her lips together, shutting her eyes for a second before telling Angie the news.

 

Outside, to the north of the encampment, pressed against the fence was Michael Sanchez. He had a night scope aimed at the F/X van. He had watched his former wife get out of her car and find Angie in the van. He had watched and seen her face, the haggard expression and he knew all to well, that he was the reason for it all. But he also knew, that the files had to be taken to the right source or it would never end for anyone concerned, including himself.