New York was the last place you ever expected to find yourself again. The last place you ever wanted to be after what they did to you. Your 'team', your 'friends', the ones you thought you could trust above all else. What a joke. Just the thought of how naive you once were made you roll your eyes. You didn't want to be there, but Xandros asked it of you, and you would do anything he asked. He had earned your loyalty.

When you walked into Sentinels Compound, it came as no surprise that you were immediately apprehended by V.I.G.I.L. agents. You no longer resembled the bright eyed determined agent depicted in the picture of you hung on the Wall of Valor. That made you roll your eyes even harder. They left you to die then hung your picture on the memorial wall for fallen V.I.G.I.L.. agents.

It didn't take long for the Sentinels to get word that you were there. You couldn't wait to see the looks on their faces when they realized the 'dead weight' they left behind had come back to bite them in the @ss. Adrian and Grant were the first to arrive. It was even better than you had expected. You watched all the stages of disbelief and shock cross their expressions as the others arrived and went through the same process.

They wanted to know how and why you were still alive. You wanted to make all of them suffer, but that wasn't the plan. You had to stick to the plan. "How could you have changed so much? It's only been seven months?" Adrian asked when the arguing started. "No! It's been seven years!" You shouted at Adrian, lashing out with your anger and resentment. They all looked at you, sock and sadness radiating from all of them. It made you want to throw up. Their pity... after what they did to you.

"It's been seven months for you, but it's been... seven years for me since the day you left me to die and Xandros saved me." You shouted, not sure who you were most angry with. The one you looked to as a father? The one who said they loved you? The one you thought was your best friend? All liars.