Your older Alex Mason was on his way home today. You rush around the house making sure it's spotless and check the roast dinner you've been prepping. Your two-year-old daughter starts to stir in her crib.

"Just a minute" you call out to her as you close the oven, but she suddenly goes quiet.

You rush into her room and see a strange man holding your daughter.

"Hey. Names Frank Woods, a friend of your brother."