The lights flicker on and the group wakes up with an incredibly bad hangover, the stench of blood, vomit and death linger in the air. A door opens and a squad of P90s enter the room, one directs the others with hand gestures clearly practiced and played out before. In twos they move throughout the room picking up those that need to go to the infirmary to address their wounds and dragging the others that need to be disposed of.
"Scare you? I scare you?" Daniel takes a step towards him.
"Well you are dead, you know like a ghost. But somethings wrong." Ross stops stepping back and cocks his head to the side and examines the apparition before him more closely.
"What is it?" Daniel looks around and then looks on his shirt as though he spilled some ketchup on himself.
"You're all glowy and Jedi looking." he scratches his head.
Liz is gone, it was her day and when she wanted to stay, to stay with me, I made her leave. It wasn't because of fear of what Cipher would do to her if she stayed, it wasn't because I wanted her to go and be safe, it was because I didn't want her here anymore. I couldn't look at her. Ross slides down the wall and sits, his arms across his knees and his head buried inside his little home made fort.