Blue Cove, Delaware
Miss Parker stormed along the corridor of the Centre, having obtained
no satisfaction from the interview with her father. For the second time,
she found that Willie was standing directly in her path. She put out a
hand and tried to brush him aside, her hand accidentally making gentle
contact with his chest. He drew away, with a sharp inhalation of breath
between his teeth, and she stopped.
“What bit you, Willie? Finally find a heart somewhere in those inky depths?”
Willie also stopped and unbuttoned his shirt to show her a scar that
ran down the middle of his chest. Miss Parker glanced at it indifferently.
“Congratulations. It would seem you do have a heart after all.”
She was about to walk past him again when he spoke.
“Actually, I donated one of my lungs.”
“I wasn’t aware that you could buy your way into heaven these days.”
“I gave it to Mr. Raines.”
This finally stopped her in her tracks.
“You did what?”
“I gave Mr. Raines one of my lungs. Help him, you know, come back from
the dead again.”
“I think this is getting unnecessarily messianic.” She rolled her eyes
and glanced at him again, noticing for the first time that he appeared
to be having slight trouble breathing. “And there aren’t enough egg-heads
in Renewal Wing that would have done instead?”
Willie snorted in a way that threatened to burst his stitches. “As though
any of those vegetables could have been of a high enough standard even
“Speaking of vegetables, you know as well as I do that I never trusted
Raines in that act of his.” Miss Parker pulled the gun containing the
ring of fire out of her holster, released the safety catch and pressed
it to Willie’s forehead. “If I see him again, he will get the chance to
go among them as an equal instead of a superior. We’ll see if he still
has the power to convert.” She moved the gun away and put the safety back
on, returning it to her holster. “So where is he anyway? I thought you
two had started to buddy together.”
Willie took a step away. “He’s having a long hard look at himself.”
Miss Parker snorted with more volume and power than Willie had. “No matter
how long or hard it is, it won’t be enough.”
She walked past him, ignoring the fact that the smirk on his face was
wider than ever before.
* * * * * * * * *
Outside the Prefect Hotel
Jarod unbuttoned the police jacket he was wearing and threw it into the
back seat of the car in front of which he and Faith were standing, turning
to her with a smile on his face.
“So they’re going to go with it?” Faith asked the question because she
knew that Jarod was relieved to have finally been able to play at least
a partial role in the extraction of the confession of Andrew Harrison.
“Well, from everything I’ve heard, the police think the signed confession
should be enough to get him convicted of murder. Of course, he’ll protest
that he knows nothing about it, but it won’t be the first time they’ve
heard that particular excuse before.”
“And with any luck they won’t just file it away and forget about it.”
“Speaking of files,” the voice behind them broke rudely into the conversation.
“I seem to have discovered a red one, and a missing looking glass. What
a piece of luck! And that’s somewhat strange because I thought breaking
a looking glass brought bad luck. I’m sure this one won’t, though.”
Jarod and Faith turned as though pulled by a single string but Jarod
augmented his action by pulling his police regulation gun out of the holster
and pointing it at Raines’ head. He hardly recognized his own voice as
it came out of his mouth but he could recognize the feelings of protectiveness
he felt towards Faith as she stood, unarmed, beside him.
“You might have survived other bullets, but let’s see you do it with
He prepared to pull the trigger but stared in shock as Faith pulled the
gun easily from his hand and tossed it into the back seat of his car.
“It’s no use, Jarod.” Her voice was soft but there was a commanding tone
in it that he responded to. “It’s too late for that.”
“I’m glad to see that your short time out in the world hasn’t knocked
all the sense out of you, Looking Glass.” Raines reached around and produced
his own gun from its holster.
“Faith,” Jarod growled, turning back to Raines. “Her name is Faith.”
“Do you know,” Raines began in a conversational tone and ignoring Jarod's
interruption. “I’m sure you can’t possibly imagine just how much I’m looking
forward to having the two of you back at the Centre? And then everything
will change, and it will definitely be for the better.” Raines rocked
back on his heels and indulged in his fantasies for the moment, still
keeping his eye on the two figures in front of him. “No more Parkers in
charge of the Centre. Soon we’ll have gotten rid of Mr. Parker, and his
son’s already dead, or as good as: locked in that room on his own, unable
to summon help due to the fact that his phone has been switched off. Dying
a slow and painful death…” Raines trailed off, a delighted expression
on his face.
“And then, of course, there’s Miss Parker.” Jarod made a slight movement
in protest at the way in which Raines pronounced the name but the former
doctor ignored the pretender. “I haven’t yet decided on an appropriate
form of punishment for her yet, however you can be assured that I will.
And that brings us, in a roundabout way, back to the two of you.”
Jarod glanced down surreptitiously at the woman who stood behind him.
The blankness of her face and eyes made him shudder internally. Raines
produced a small button and waved it in front of their faces.
“I thank God every day for modern miracles like this - the tracking device.
With just a push of this button I can bring a team of sweepers to this
spot that even the two of you wouldn’t be able to outmaneuver. You see,
I never made the mistake that other people made. I never underestimated
the two of you, and I’m not about to start now.”
“So,” Jarod spoke up, surprising both himself and Raines by the comment.
“How have you managed to stay quiet all this time, building your forces?
I ask merely for information.”
Raines stepped forward slightly and pressed the muzzle of the gun into
the pretender’s chest. “I think, after all this time, you’ve forgotten
what it’s like in the Centre, Jarod. I could shoot you on the spot for
daring to ask something like that and it would give me a lot of pleasure
to do so.” He stepped back again. “But I won’t. I don’t underestimate
you and, to make sure that you accord me the same privilege, I will
tell you.” As Raines began his explanations, Jarod glanced once more out
of the corner of his eye at Faith. She still hadn’t moved…
* * * * * * * * *
Blue Cove, Delaware
‘ “He’s having a good, long look at himself.” ‘
The eight words swirled around in Miss Parker's mind as she walked down
the corridor towards her office. For some reason she couldn’t rid herself
of the idea that the words had a deeper meaning than the one she was thinking
about at the present moment.
A long hard look at himself?
In what does one look at oneself?
A looking glass…
Miss Parker turned on her heel and ran up the three flights of stairs
to Sydney's office. “Sydney!” Her voice echoed loudly as she entered his
room. “We have to warn Jarod and Faith! Raines is after them!”
* * * * * * * * *
Outside the Prefect Hotel
“Nobody else could have managed it the way I did. There isn’t another
person in the Centre who is capable of coming up with a plan like mine.”
Raines changed his gun briefly to his other hand and flexed the muscles
before returning his weapon to its original position. “After I was taken
down to be put back together after being shot, I got the chance for a
new beginning along with a new lung. But I knew that I couldn’t come back
yet. The time wasn’t right. The Centre wasn’t ready. But I only had to
bide my time. I could watch projects that I had been responsible for begin
to grow and develop, knowing that when I came back, I could rightfully
claim the results as my own and strengthen my position.” He eyed Faith
meaningfully. “So I sank into my chair in the Renewal Wing and waited.
I kept my mind and my emotions shrouded in darkness so that nobody could
learn what I had planned. I watched my actions greeted with skepticism.
I saw that many didn’t believe that I would ever be anything more than
I seemed to be. But I knew that I would eventually rise up and take my
proper place. The Centre will be mine now, as it always should have been.
My power will be absolute and I will rule my kingdom.”
Jarod peeped once more at Faith’s face and, somehow, began to understand
what she was feeling. She was gathering her power together but Raines,
still determined to clarify his own plans and wallow in his own abilities,
saw none of it.
“I went into the Renewal Wing knowing that I had to do something to hide
my thoughts and emotions. I had no specific plan in mind but found that,
with only a little effort, I could make my mind completely blank. Keeping
it that way was another matter. So, day-by-day, I began to experiment
with colors and other methods of management. It was only by chance that
I found my favorite color to be the most likely method. A black cloud
was easy enough to maintain but sufficient enough to block out all unnecessary
other thoughts. Soon enough I became an expert at it. And it gave me time.
Time to reflect on other things at the same time. Do you know what my
best moment was?” Raines turned to Jarod and glared at him, a smirk still
curling his lips. “It was watching you get into the mind of that killer,
Kodiak Brown, when I wanted you to. It seemed like a fitting revenge for
that time, so many years ago, when you were too much of a coward to find
my daughter. So it was an even greater pleasure to see you become him
so completely. That was a definite victory for me.” He laughed; a hard,
dry and cruel laugh that made the hair on the back of Jarod's neck rise.
The pretender looked once more at Faith, feeling the power in her rise
to such an extent that he was beginning to be afraid that she would throw
herself on him, regardless of the gun he held. In an effort to restrain
her, he placed a hand on her shoulder.
The black cloud that appeared immediately in his own mind seemed to break
down his very thought processes and make him incapable of moving. Knowing
that what he was receiving was only an echo of the image in Faith’s mind,
he tried not to let the expression of panic that he could feel building
up inside himself show on his face. With an extreme effort, he forced
his mind to react and he pulled himself away. Despite never having seen
it, Jarod could recognize, when he once more had the power to think, that
that would have been the cloud of which Raines had boasted. His eyes locked
onto Faith in some kind of gruesome fascination; he could almost see the
power growing in her and he looked away, only to watch the cloud, in some
way that he could not understand, transfer to Raines’ own mind. He could
see the slow disintegration of the emotions that had been obvious on Raines’
face only seconds before, leaving his countenance, and particularly his
eyes, so blank that it hurt to look at them. With some sort of instinct,
Jarod knew that this would be permanent. Raines had had great dreams but
now none of them would ever come to fruition.
Jarod shuddered inwardly and then turned to look at Faith. Slowly he
touched her again and she turned around to face him. He placed a hand
under her chin and forced her face up to his. She met his eyes and he
could see the effort that such an action had caused her. Some instinct
propelled him forward and he took the gun from Raines’ still outstretched
hand and, unloading the bullets into his jacket pocket, threw it over
his shoulder into the car. One eye on the motionless man, Jarod turned
back to Faith. Her face was devoid of the little color it normally boasted
and her eyes appeared to be sunken in. Her breath came in fast, short
bursts and she remained almost as still as Raines himself. Jarod put a
hand on her arm.
He tried not to shudder as she turned and looked at him, blankness apparent
on her own features like a mirror of the man she stood beside.
“Faith, we have to go. Now.”
He could see the great effort it took her to nod and he opened the car
door, gently helping her into the vehicle and shutting the door. Jarod
suppressed an urge to leave immediately, first locating the button of
the tracking device, pressing it to draw the sweepers to the spot and
then leaping behind the wheel and drawing the car away from the curb with
a squealing of tires.
Faith sat on the seat beside him, slowly struggling out of the blackness
that seemed to be in control of her mind. Placing one hand gently on Jarod's
knee, she could feel some of the power that he was emanating flow into
her. She was careful to block out the negative emotions that he was feeling
from what he had just experienced, allowing only the positive ones through
the filter she had created for herself so long ago when her newly found
abilities had almost sent her insane. Slowly she dragged herself out of
her own mind and was finally able to become aware of her surroundings.
The first thing she noticed was that their car was traveling at a potentially
Her voice was so sharp that, had she not been expecting it, it would
have made her jump. As it was, she moved her hand on his knee gently,
knowing that the contact itself was good for both of them.
“Slow down, Jarod. They aren’t following us.”
He looked at her out of the corner of his eye and she could still see
the anger and frustration that he had been unable to express at what had
happened and at his own lack of participation. She searched through his
mind for something to break his thoughts and found the concern he had
felt for her. Magnifying it was as much therapeutic for her as it was
for himself and she could feel her emotional levels return to normal as
the car slowed to a safe speed.
A beeping brought Faith out of her own thoughts and she looked around
to see Jarod focusing on the road ahead and nothing else.
“Your computer is beeping.”
“It’s a new email.” His answer was abrupt, having already recognized
“Would you like me to read it?”
He nodded silently. A moment later, the machine open on her knees, Faith
spoke. “It’s from Miss Parker.”
“Wonders will never cease,” Jarod responded dryly. “I didn’t think she
even knew my email address.”
“She didn’t. It’s being sent through Sydney's computer.”
Faith, at that moment, actually began to laugh. Jarod hurriedly pulled
the car off the road and, putting it into park, put the back of his hand
onto her forehead and tried to find a pulse in her wrist. Still giggling
gently, she pulled away.
“I’m not sick, Jarod. It’s just…”
He sat back against his seat and stared at her. “Well, what?”
“She’s warning us…”
She quietly giggled again and, it being so unlike her normal character,
Jarod quickly tried to decide whether she was hysterical from stress or
else having a nervous breakdown.
“Neither,” she told him tartly. “My sister is warning us about Raines.”
The two stared at each other in complete silence for several seconds.
They could never say later which of the two began to laugh first but for
some long moments the car rang with their peals of amusement.
* * * * * * * * *
Home of Andrew Harrison
Still slightly shaken from the activities of the night before, it took
Andrew several moments to answer the door when the bell rang and he stared
blankly at the two uniformed figures that stood in the doorway.
The man nodded.
“You're under arrest for the murder of Joanne Hactar. You have the right
to remain silent. If you give up the right to remain silent, anything
you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the
right to speak with an attorney…”
* * * * * * * * *
11/184 West Street
The door of the room swung open and was held back by a heavy piece of
rubble that a sweeper placed in front of it. Had Lyle been capable of
noticing anything, he would have been pleased to see his father enter
the room and not at all pleased to see Mr. Cox follow behind. Had he been
capable of hearing, he would have begun planning a double murder immediately.
“Is he alive?”
Cox looked up. “At the moment, yes. As we’ve always known, though, the
length of his lifespan cannot be guaranteed.”
“And the fact has been explained to me on more than one occasion that
that is one of the only guaranteed effects of Kronos I.” Mr. Parker impatiently
crossed his arms and, glancing at his watch, began to tap his foot. He
looked down at the gradually increasing pool of his son’s blood and, in
disgust, moved backwards to avoid it touching his shoe.
Cox reached over and pulled towards him the bag that he had been carrying.
It yielded a syringe that he filled from a vial and injected into the
unconscious man’s arm, attempting to avoid contact with the blood that
appeared to be everywhere. Finding that some was on his sleeve, he wiped
it carefully on a clean spot on Lyle’s jacket, an expression of disgust
crawling across his face.
“Can we move him yet?” Mr. Parker glanced around the room, a sneer on
his face. “If Raines was right and this building is supposed to blow,
I don’t want to be here when it happens.”
“Only another ten minutes, sir, while the drug works. If we leave too
soon, the movement would cause him to lose too much blood.”
“And will this incident cause any side-effects?”
“It’s difficult to say. In the case that he has lost too much blood,
there could be some brain damage.”
“Hmmm.” Mr. Parker rubbed his chin, a thoughtful expression on his face.
“If that is the case, I will have no further use for him.”
“As I said before, sir,” Cox suppressed his ready answer. “It could be
some time before we can be certain. To make life easier, whatever the
circumstances, may I suggest that he be taken in the Renewal Wing for
his recovery? That way, whatever happens…”
Mr. Parker’s eyes rested thoughtfully on the doctor. “And he will also
be neatly out of your way,” he responded acidly. “Still, I suppose you
deserve your chance. He has a week, no more. A week to get out of the
Renewal Wing on his own - or he never will.”
* * * * * * * * *
Outside the Prefect Hotel
The team of sweepers gathered around the unmoving figure, his body still
stationary after the mental crushing it had received and unable even to
crumple itself onto the pavement. For a moment, the group paused respectfully
but then moved in and bundled the body into the back of the car that was
parked alongside the curb. As the car pulled away and headed back to Blue
Cove, only one man stood and watched it leave; one man who was watching
his dreams disappear over the horizon…
* * * * * * * * *
Jarod's new lair
“I hear that the world is changing…sort of.”
He laughed to hear the tone of her voice. “That sounds almost like concern.
You aren’t going soft on me now Parker, are you?”
“Not a chance,” she responded in a similar teasing tone, which soon changed
into something more serious. “Did everything resolve itself?’
Jarod glanced down at Faith as she lay, her head resting on his knee,
and silently watched him talk. “I think it could fairly be said that the
situation resolved itself as best it could for both myself and your sister.”
His face twisted itself into a half-smile. “You might,” he advised with
a gleam in his eye, “want to ask Mr. Raines himself whether he is happy
with the way it all turned out.”
Faiths own eyes gleamed briefly in response to his banter but her face
remained otherwise motionless.
“He’d be dead before he could answer.”
Jarod jumped at the ferocity in Miss Parker's voice but kept his own
devoid of emotion. “Hmmm…”
There was a pause in the conversation, during which time Faith eased
off Jarod's shoes and began to tickle his feet, making it slightly more
difficult for him to concentrate.
“Did you…know what happened to Lyle?”
Jarod nodded. “I knew. And, before you ask, no. I didn’t have anything
to do with it personally, except in an indirect sort of way.”
“What do you mean?”
Jarod thought for a second. “It’s complicated.”
“What isn’t?” Miss Parker’s tone of voice suggested that she was rolling
her eyes and Jarod laughed again before speaking.
“Is Lyle okay?”
“According to what I’ve heard, he should be in a few days.” Miss Parker
smiled slightly. “That sounds almost like concern.”
“Not at all.” Jarod laughed in his turn. “I just like my enemies to be
able to put up a good fight.”
“Does that mean I’m your enemy?”
Jarod grinned. “Not today.”
* * * * * * * * *
Renewal Wing, The Centre
Blue Cove, Delaware
Miss Parker pulled the door shut behind her with a snort and took a step
forward into the corridor. Even having only just regained consciousness,
her brother was annoying, despite the fact that she was only delivering
a message from their father. A noise away to the right made her glance
down the hallway in time to see a trolley being pushed down an adjacent
passageway. The two men pushing it were unknown to her but the man walking
behind was instantly recognizable as Willie and Miss Parker would have
put money on it being Raines on the trolley itself. A memory of Jarod's
comments came back into her mind and, silently, she followed the group
as they rapidly moved to another part of the Renewal Wing. As a door was
pushed open, she had a chance to glimpse the face of the body and it took
her only a fraction of a second to recognize Raines’ face, despite the
blank features. She shuddered internally, turned on her heel and strode
away to the upper levels of the Centre.
* * * * * * * * *
“Make sure, next time you decide to make somebody pay, you don’t let
yourself get carried away by your emotions,” Faith admonished gently.
Jarod nodded, a serious expression on his face and a sense of mournfulness
apparent in his eyes. “You’re a good lesson for me, Faith.”
“Not me. Eclipse.”
The pretender shuddered at the term and Faith reached out and touched
his arm gently. “Just be careful, Jarod. Don’t let it control you. You
can control it if you try; you know you can. I know you can.”
He nodded. “I won’t forget.”
The two were distracted by the sound of a train pulling into the station
behind them. Jarod's face now wore an expression of infinite sadness and
he restrained an urge to grab her, pull her into the car and take her
with him, wherever he decided to head next.
“It wouldn’t work, Jarod. The longer we’re together, the easier it would
be to find us both.”
The pretender nodded sadly. “It you ever need me…or want to talk…” He
paused and swallowed hard, unable to both finish the sentence and retain
his composure and Faith slipped her hand into his.
“I’ll find you.”
Jarod smiled and blinked away the tears that glistened in his eyes. Bending
down, he kissed her gently on one cheek.
“I know you don’t like goodbyes, Jarod, but life is made up of a lot
“They can contain a lot of hellos, too.”
Faith gently freed herself from his grasp. “There will be at least one
more hello between us. I promise.” She picked up her bag, turned away
and walked into the building without looking back. Jarod took in a deep,
but shaky, breath, climbed into his car and pulled hurriedly out of the
End of Episode