Sam turned away, silently resolving to avoid mirrors this time around. Fighting back his uneasiness, he spoke to Al.

"Why did I leap into this... person?"

Al punched at the buttons of his handlink. "Ziggy says that there's a two percent probability that you were here to save his life."

"I figured that when I didn't leap after the warehouse."

Al ignored him, making frowny faces at the handlink. "I'm not coming up with anything..." he muttered slowly. "Apparently, this guy was so far undercover that there's a lot of information missing."

Sam thought about that for a minute. "But you have the real thing in the waiting room, don't you?"

Al's head snapped up and he waved his hand in the air. "Not on your life. He's already threatened to kill me twice." He cocked his head a little. "At least I think he did... anyway, I'm not going back into that cave."

"He's the only one with the information Ziggy needs, Al... we all need that information."

Al gave a heavy sigh, then glanced towards the open door of the office, pointing to it a second before the sounds of footsteps traveled up the stairs.

"She's back."

Even suicide... I can't even do that right. Why do I have to go on with this? Haven't I had enough? Aren't you done yet?

Harry had bullied his way outside and stood, pointing his thoughts up at the desert night.

Why won't you let me die? Let it go. I've had enough of your stupid, rigged game already! "Why won't you kill me?"

"Detective Denby?"

He turned around to see Dr. Alessi standing a few feet off his back.

"Who are you talking to?"

He chuckled bitterly, kicking little divots into the sand with his toe. "Considering the kind of response I'm getting, probably nothing."