Mira had not seen Michael since that first time in the hospital. Francis had told her that he had threatened Michael if he left them again without some word on where Rollie was being kept. She knew Michael well enough that it would take more than Francis' threat to scare him. No, she thought with harsh realization, Michael could not find the location and that was why he had not returned.

They had removed the Magnesium Sulfate drip only two hours before she was scheduled to get another ultrasound of the baby. Dr. Shelton had been concerned about the bradycardia again and after the ultrasound, wanted to do a fetal stress test to see how the baby would react to full labor. Dr. Shelton wanted to make a decision and had informed Angie that if the baby did not tolerate the test, she was going to prepare for C-Section.

Angie mumbled that it didn't matter anymore and the physician looked sternly into her depressed eyes and said;

"Your baby needs you! And you will need the baby, Angela. This baby is your husband's baby as well. Don't give up, please. I need your strength here, both physically and emotionally. Do you hear me?"

"Yes! I hear you!" Angie remarked, sharply and then told her in a more, moderated tone; "I just don't know if there is enough strength left, okay?"

At that moment, a man walked into the room. The curly, dark moustache draped over his bottom lip and his hollowed cheeks and sunken eyes appraised her from the distance of the door.

Dr. Shelton turned and reminded Angie that the tests would begin again in a few hours and left the room. The physician had remembered this man from the other hospitalization of Ms. Tyler's. He had been fighting with the police detective in the hallway.

Angie looked into the man's eyes, and he met her eyes with trepidation.

"Michael…" she said, softly- not angrily, only resigned.

He seemed surprised for a moment but then Angie had always surprised him as he came up closer to her and she almost smiled.

"Angie…you don't know how many times I have wanted to come and tell you that I was so sorry for what happened to Rollie."

"So you say," Angie replied, her voice trailing off as she felt a contraction coming on and the monitor began to light up, the needle on the graft creating a high spike as she held on, the pain more intense than usual and the length of it, scaring her.

Michael could see she was in pain and it only made him suffer more as he took her hand suddenly and she grabbed it tightly, so hard that his knuckles were turning white with the pressure.

"Oh, that one almost killed me," she replied, exhausted, gasping as she still gripped his hand. She released it then and Michael held it, rubbing it as she looked away from him, embarrassed.

"I need to tell you something, something that you don't want to hear but you need to know," Michael told her, his voice now somewhat strained.

"Michael, what more can you say? Rollie's dead."

"What? No, he's not dead, Angie."

She looked up at the new face, the gaunt and tired look to him. If someone looked like they were suffering for their sins on Earth, Michael fit the profile now.

"I don't feel him anymore. He's gone. Even Mangela feels nothing now."

"He IS alive. I have located the debriefing station through a contact. It is the same one that they apparently took me over five years ago. I never knew where that place was until now."

Angie looked at him, her depression lifted just a little as the words he spoke scared her and excited her at the same time.

"Did you get what you wanted out of this?" she asked, looking up at the ceiling as another contraction began and she gripped the blanket as she clamped her teeth together and threw her head back, panting and breathing irregularly.

"No, I was set-up, but you probably knew that. Guess I never learn…I wanted the whole thing to cave in and collapse like a game of Dominos. I wanted to hear about certain field operatives and stations collapsing once I released the documents I found in the files."

"You wanted revenge!" Angie yelled out as she gasped and suddenly she looked down as a gush of fluid, mixed with blood fanned out from her, drenching the bed and soaking the blanket between her legs, "oh God! No!"

Michael mumbled something under his breath as he yelled out into the hallway for a nurse. The monitors were ringing off and Angie was crying out in pain and panic.

Two nurses and Dr. Shelton ran into the room. They were throwing back the sheets as Dr. Shelton emergently examined her. Michael could see the blood and the fluid everywhere. His eyes met Angie's one last time as he saw her quivering white lips and her ashen face and she cried;

"Oh God, Rollie- I need you!"

He pushed through the door where more hospital personnel were coming in and strode down the hall, his mind jumbled with a rushed plan now, a snowball's chance in hell odds as he passed Mira in the hallway.

"Hey!" Mira yelled at him.

"She's hemorrhaging. I am going after Rollie, don't stop me now!" he warned her as she opened her mouth in shock and she grabbed his arm.

"I don't know why you did what you did, I know that Rollie trusted you, which is something. Look, I'm going with you!" Mira told him, checking her weapon in her shoulder holster.

"Mira, no! You stay here with Angie!" Michael's face had softened, his concern for her safety as well.

"Francis and Sarah, they will be here any second. They can stay with Angie. If anyone is going to lose their badge, I want it to be me."

He started to protest about her safety again but that was what it had been all along, he protected her safety or so he thought. He looked at her deep brown eyes, her defiance and her courage; "You come with me, you might never come back, you hear?"

She nodded her understanding of that and for once, they worked and felt like a couple again. He smiled as did she.

"Come on, we have to get to Pollepel Island."

"Pollepel? I thought that is where Rollie was taken. That place has been searched and completely swept clean. Why there?"

"Because that is where the debriefing center was all along. I found out only a few hours ago after hearing back from the man I gave the files to from the clean room there."

"What clean room? What Files?"

"I'll tell you on the way, come on!" he told her, guiding her elbow as they took the stairs.

"What made this man talk now after all these months when you were trying to find Rollie?" Mira asked as they came to the first floor and the parking garage.

"Persuasion and ultimately, the threat of killing him, worked," Michael replied as he ran over to his car with Mira grabbing the passenger seat beside him, and taking a deep breath.

"So, will he be there, helping as well?"

"Nope, he's dead." Michael replied, coldly as he backed out, spun the car right and squealed the tires, hauling out of the garage with the pedal to the floor.

Mira looked at the man who had been her husband. She knew he had killed this man. This was the look of the man she had divorced, the cold, amoral conditioning that had been done to him and she swallowed hard.

Angie's panic went beyond her control as she fought with the nurses and Dr. Shelton as they bolused her line with Inapsine, controlling her. They quickly moved the head of the bed down while raising the foot of the bed so that the blood would go to her heart and brain to prevent shock. The baby's pulse was beginning to drop as Dr. Shelton looked over at the monitor and shook her head. Angie's legs started to shake and then her arms began to flail and the physician yelled out for a bolus of Valium to control the seizure that took hold of Angie.

"More MAG, now!" Dr. Shelton barked and the team worked over Angie as she had drifted off into a cozy unconsciousness.

She floated up and over herself and smiled as she saw herself below, all those people rushing around her and screaming. She just couldn't understand their panic. She felt fine, glowing and she turned to see that just above her, with arms outstretched was Rollie.

"Here, there is no pain, sweetie," he told her as she joined him.

"Our baby is dying as well…" she said, as his arms encircled her and he held her.

"You have to choose, Angie. You hold the key to that life. You make that decision."

"I want to stay with you, Rollie."

"I want you with me too. The baby wants you though, see?"

Angie could see the baby, curled up in a fetal ball inside her, the eyes looking at her, the connection between them so strong. Her heart and the baby's heart, now one.

"The heart is the soul, the soul is the heart…"

She looked into Rollie's eyes, seeing the truth and the love that would always be there, would never end.

"I will always love you, Angie…"

"I love you, Rollie and I want our baby to live!"

"Then go…help our baby, love."

She was rudely thumped on the chest as she looked up, seeing a tube being forced down her throat, into her lungs as the feel of stale air gave way to the force of revitalizing oxygen filling her lungs now. She could see people running all around her and she tried to talk, but the tube prevented it.

Dr. Shelton came up to her, her words slightly muffled and eerie as she felt the physician stroke her forehead;

"We almost lost you, Angie! The baby is still with us. Fight!"

She nodded, her eyes watery, her arms strapped to boards with IV's everywhere. She looked up but Rollie wasn't there. She said to the empty place in her mind, 'I am saving our baby, Rollie…'.

Rollie Tyler came back from his mental darkness into the light and slammed his arms against the walls. He yelled and screamed for he was alive and he was going to stay that way. Somewhere in the darkness, he had heard Angie. She was fighting hard to reach him but she was there and he felt her so strongly that he fought as well. With what little energy he had, he kept yelling and pounding on the walls.

Michael and Mira drove up to the edge of the Hudson. It was growing dark as Michael pulled into a small fenced-in area, knocking down the gate. Mira could see the small building and read the sign; 'Pump Station, No. 7.'

Following Michale, she saw him crouch over the door and watched as he took a laser, melting the metal lock off. As the lock fell to the ground, they grabbed their flashlights and started walking down into the tunnel that would connect them under the river and into the underground of Pollepel Island.

With Michael in the lead, Mira followed, not questioning him. As they rounded the corner and came to the entranceway into the operations tunnel, they were amazed to find all sorts of equipment, paper, and debris in the hall. It was as if someone had pulled out quickly, grabbing only what they could take in their hands. As Michael stopped at the area of the clean room, he could see that it had been sealed up completely with a concrete wall. With a small piece of paper he removed from his pocket, he walked over to a control panel that was seated in the granite face of the wall next to the concrete wall. He punched in a series of numbers and symbols and suddenly, the slab of granite they stood on, rumbled slightly and they began to drop slowly. A section of floor, ten feet by ten feet was lowering like a freight elevator with them standing on it.

Mira didn't realize that she had grabbed Michael around his waist. Her amazement at the place was also intimidating to her as she steadied her legs waiting for the elevator to stop.

It did stop finally after dropping around 100 feet further down and they could see they were in a large area with doors on either side. As they opened several doors, Michael immediately recognized the conditioning rooms. As they went further down the hall, he found what he remembered as the communal sleep room. There was no one there. Each door brought them further into the heinous work that had been done here. Michael opened another door and stepped back, for the stench was overwhelming.

"Oh God, " he said, rolling his eyes up and backing up against the wall. This is the kind of room I spent a month in here."

Mira peered in, holding her nose. She wanted to see what kind of place would scare Michael and give him such a reaction of revulsion and fear. She could see that it was only about three to four feet wide as well as high. There was human excrement everywhere. She could see a monitor and some sort of light probe in the corner of the ceiling.

"What is that?" she asked, pointing to the light.

"A continuous photic exposure beam…used to blind you."

"There isn't anyone here, Michael!" she said, standing up and trying to breathe fresher air.

"It looks like they pulled out, probably due to finding my contact dead."

"We'll never find Rollie now!" Mira told him, her eyes red-rimmed.

"I'm not through with all of these doors, come on!" he replied, briskly and continued to open doors, putting the sleeve of his jacket to his nose. Whatever had happened to Michael down here was still affecting him as Mira noted his trembling hands. She had never seen him like this. He pushed or kicked in every door in the area, his anxiety increased as each was found empty.

He stopped finally, backed against the wall again as he suddenly, uncontrollably, sank to his knees, and put his hands to his face. He had done this to Rollie, after having gone through it himself. The overwhelming trauma associated with the place unleashed every remaining shred of his control as he hunched over, unable to continue.

Mira didn't know what to do. Could this be a sympathy ploy so that he looked like he was trying to help them? She walked over and touched him on the shoulder as he suddenly jumped and stood up, his eyes wild and wet with tears. She had never seen Michael Sanchez cry. She opened her mouth to say something but could find no words.

He walked away from her, pulling out his weapon. Her eyes widened as she saw what he suddenly was doing. He had put the nozzle of the gun into his mouth, pointed it upward, and shut his eyes.

"Michael! NO!" she screamed as she rushed over to him. His fingers tightened on the handle, his finger poised on the trigger.