In it together

Laura focuses on her menu, continuing to avoid looking Nate in the eye. "Um...something chicken." She rolls her eyes. "Like that narrows it down."

Conversation is minimal until food arrives and lunch is started. Laura picks at her food...though having been her choice to come here, her appetite suddenly wasn't there. Why couldn't she just act like herself? She was getting so frustrated with herself... Nate was trying so hard...she could tell, and she was completely ignoring him. If she was trying to send him the signal that she was unapproachable, she was certainly doing it well... but she was doing it too well, to the point of frustrating the whole situation. She didn't mean to be offish...she didn't want to be mean... It just...happened.

Setting down her fork, Laura takes a sip of her water, and just stares down at the table for several moments. She can feel her cheeks growing warm again...something she hoped Nate didn't notice. "I...I'm sorry I'm not very good company today, Nate." She takes her fork again to resume picking at her food. "Just ignore me."


Carson leans back in his chair and just looks around the small cubicle. It felt strange. He was working for TJY...the very enemy of the corporation he'd worked for almost all his life.

Reaching out, he picks up the files Reese had given him. Apparently he was to go through them and double check names and locations, comparing them to what he knew from the Agency. The results would give TJY a better handle on who out there was Agency and who wasn't, and would help create patterns to follow in the future.

Carson taps his fingers on the desk absentmindedly before grabbing another piece of gum. His smoke yesterday hadn't helped things a bit, and it was back to square one.

Looking around, he can feel a bit of boredom sinking in again. Turning to the computer, he decides to do as Reese suggested and read through some emails of outside contacts...there might be something in their cases that Carson might know about, and if so, he could help.


Mick still feels the shock, still trying to process everything Jamie is saying. "But...what do we do now? I mean...where does BJ end up? He needs a family...he can't just live in limbo. And..." He glances to the door. "What about Damien? I don't know that he'd want...I mean...I can't imagine what he must be thinking right now, but can he be expected to just start being a dad? I mean, I know that...that apparently BJ is is son, but...can he take care of him? Is he in a position to? Would he even want to?"

The questions seem so overwhelming. "Did Sam say what she wanted beyond BJ being safe?"


Clint can feel Wendy's turmoil, and without thinking, he reaches to put his arm around her shoulders. "It's alright," he comforts quietly. "It'll all get straightened out, I promise."


Sparky leans on the truck, absorbing Damien's hesitance...fear...anxiety. "What kind of person does that make you?" he repeats. "One that was taken advantage of by monsters at the Agency. One that is not responsible for what happened. One that can't be blamed for a loss of memories."

He pauses, cocking his head. "I can't even begin to imagine what you're feeling, Damien. But bear in mind that God has His hand in this. You didn't come here out of sheer coincidence... the chances are too great. You have a daughter who you are slowly getting to know, despite a terrible past. You're learning about a life you didn't even know existed until today...but you're growing."

Sparky looks him in the eye. "And if you think the rest of us here are just gonna leave you high and dry through this, then you got another thing coming. That little boy in there has grown on a lot of people around this place, and no one's gonna let him down, or you. Goodness knows I wouldn't know how to be a father...it's strange enough realizing that he's my nephew...but even though BJ may be your son, we're all in this together. We can't let the Agency win this one, Damien."


"But you haven't even asked him."

"I know what he'd say."

"Yeah, he'd say no." Phil sets his hands on his hips.

Kyle shrugs, holding the disc in his hand. "Only because he's too humble for his own good sometimes."

"And lacking confidence," Mike adds from the drumset.

Jen rolls her eyes as she watches the other three in Mike's basement. "I think it's fine."

Kyle grins. "See? Our manager thinks it's fine."

"But we don't even know what's going to happen," Phil argues. "We may never be the same again."

"Then at least we've had a one-time adventure." Kyle picks up his phone.

"But Kyle!" Phil groans. "No one's even heard that one. It wasn't a final cut."

"So?" Kyle starts to dial. "It was a good cut. It was one of the best."

"But he may not even have wanted to use that ever."

"It's too good not to." Kyle puts his ear to his phone. "People are gonna hear it."