Michael stands leaning on the small balcony sighing and thinking.. his mother Christina doesn't want to let out a word, she told him stupid things, tried to manipulate him but doesn't want to tell him where Scylla is.. To ease Michael's tiredness you gently rubbed his arm in a loving way and said you would go talk to her like a woman to a woman.. maybe she would tell you something sooner..

You enter the room where Christina is sitting, tied to a chair with tape, and you look at her.. "Michael really doesn't have the strength to repeat the same question over and over again.. why don't you just tell him.. at least where's Lincoln"..

Christina looks at you and speaks in a calm but serious tone. "I told him the same way you told him about the pregnancy"

• You never told him.. after all it's only been few weeks of first trimester.. -

your eyes widen with slight shock.. you didn't tell anyone about the pregnancy.. how could she know about it

Christina looks at you and then at your belly, which you now instinctively cover with your hands as if you were trying to deny it.. "I've never been a good mother but I know how maternal instinct works... whenever you feel threatened you instinctively protect your belly without even realizing it.. my son's child... he doesn't know, does he?"