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Season 6


(You have been dreaming for many years)

It was obvious that Emily knew where the family's lab was located, so she didn't disturb anyone but went alone instead.

She told herself that she just needed to see for herself that Jacob was well, then she would trust Sean again.

However, when she arrived there, she found that it was impossible for her to enter the lab without Sean's finger print for the biometric scanner at the door; which meant no one but him could access the lab.

She would need to collect his finger prints.

Facing a conundrum she was lost in thought, searching for a solution. ·

That evening, Sean was surprised by the scent of delicious aromas emanating from the kitchen, and he suspected a ploy was afoot. ·

In fulfillment of his longing, he saw a familiar figure busy in the kitchen. Trying to puzzle out her motives he asked, "Why do you feel like cooking today?" Despite his suspicions, he was in a good mood. ·

She tried to act naturally, and allay his suspicions, but also struggled to relax her tight lips and she mildly explained, "Beryl was hungry."

He smiled winsomely, "It seems that I can sponge off of Beryl tonight then." She shrugged in answer, "If you think so, then it is."

With dinner being served, she opened a bottle of fine red wine and slowly decanted the fiery colored liquid into crystal glasses. Offering him a glass she lowered her eyes and said, "Sean, I don't want to question your previous behavior, but I hope it will not happen again. I am disgusted with it. Can you understand that?"

He accepted the glass and slowly sipped the wine, before coldly replying, "Fine. If you don't like it, then forget it."

She proposed a toast to him and took a sip of the wine before adding, "I will leave here with Jacob and Beryl after he regains his memory. We will not disturb your life any more."

Gripping the glass he smirked, "You are afraid that I will disturb your happy little life, aren't you?"

There were no explanations which could suffice, so Emily didn't try, but her long lashes concealed all the emotions waring in her eyes, "If you think so, then it is."

Noticing that Beryl was tired and becoming teary with fatigue, she carried her to the upstairs room to lie down, as it was way past her bed-time. ·

Upon returning downstairs she found him seated on the sofa, where he had drained several glasses of wine.

Obviously his good mood had vanished, and he was venting his anger on the bottle. ·

She took a seat next to him, "You're not happy, are you?"

Feeling a little tipsy he countered, "Do you think I should be happy? Cloris, have I treated you badly? Why do you always try to escape from me? Why do you choose to be with another man..."

Suddenly, he became excited and gripped her arms, yelling, "Don't I love you enough? There is no one in the world who loves you more than me..."

She pulled from his grasp and made to leave, coldly rebuffing him, "Sean, my name is Emily, not Cloris! You have been dreaming for so many years, and it's time for you to wake up!"

"Emily? Cloris..." Sean repeated the names and blinked his eyes rapidly, trying to think straight, "There is no difference between you."

Sometimes, it was impossible for him to tell whether the woman standing in front of him was Emily or Cloris.

It didn't matter, because they would become one soon.

She had a faint sense of anger and sadness at seeing his behavior. She felt certain that Cloris had not been willing to be with her brother in the past, so the car accident was not an accident at all, but her only means of escape. It was a suicide. ·

It'd been so many years,. Did he still want to be so injudicious?

Drawing a deep breath, she remembered her plan and changed her tact, sitting beside him again.

"If you really miss her, you might as well meet her in your dreams." She poured him more wine, with a dull light flashing in her eyes. This was a task she did not relish.

His handsome face had flushed due to the heavy alcohol intake, but upon hearing what she said, he turned pale.

When he spoke, he did so with each word an expression of pain, "Since those years, I have never dreamed about her, never."

Finding an opening she struck out at his heart with words, sharp as a knife, "She doesn't want to see you. She blames you, and hates you."

"Bang!" Sean crushed the glass in rage, the shards cutting his hand. Suddenly, his hand was drenched in blood which was dripping to the floor.

She swallowed her fear, for Sean had never been calm where Cloris was concerned. ·

Hurriedly she fetched the first-aid kit and helped him bind up his wound. He watched her in silence while she worked, and as she finished he suddenly drew her into his arm with a tight embrace. ·

"Cloris, I miss you so much and I regret pushing you so hard..."

"I'm not Cloris..."

"I know, I know..." He buried his face in her neck, his cheek warm against hers, and begged in a beseeching tone, "I know you are Emily, but please let me hold you for a while, just for a while..."

She wanted to struggle and be free of his touch, but suddenly felt something warm run down her neck. Shocked, she froze.

What was it? Were those tears? Sean was crying...

She realized that he was weeping, and she felt his grief rolling down the nape of her neck. His tears seemed to burn her skin. ·

With no idea how much time passed thus, she felt him fall asleep in her arms, his body heavily leaning against hers. It was obvious that he was quite drunk.

Everything was as she had planned. ·

She lay him down on the sofa, then she pulled out the tin of Silly Putty that she had stuffed under the seat and gently pressed all of his fingertips into the rubbery polymers. His fingerprints remained etched in the malleable surface.

He remained asleep during the whole process and didn't even stir as she secreted his biometrics required for her plan.

Heaving a soft sigh as she finished, she drew a blanket over him and left quietly.
However, what she didn't notice was that his eyes flickered open momentarily as she turned to the door, as if he was about to wake.

Emily took the Silly Putty with Sean's fingerprints to the family lab, where she tried every fingerprint until the door finally opened.

When she entered, she was confronted by an empty storage space. It was a warehouse filled with some equipment, but no sign of her beloved was to be found.

"Jacob? Jacob!" Calling his name twice, she remembered something and didn't call again. ·

If what Sean said was true, Jacob couldn't be disturbed during the treatment. It was supposedly detrimental to the success of the treatment and could jeopardize his health. ·

She felt even more doubt in the veracity of Sean's promises.

Her plan was to see that Jacob was well, as only then she would be able to rest easy.

Thinking of Jacob, she continued searching the warehouse, but in a panic realized that every room was revealed as empty! ·

A bad feeling began to gnaw at her stomach, as she hurried through every part of the premises.

No one, no one, still no one.


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