Two hours had passed since "the scare", as the doctor had so lightly called it. Jack was incredibly shaken. He had almost lost his sister, and he couldn't ignore his strange encounter with the cold spots in the room. He knew what they meant. A spirit was present. It still lingered in the corner of the room, though he pretended not to notice. He had one of the protection charms Kayla had given him tucked into his pocket. He had placed the other inside Fi's palm. Somehow he sensed that the spirit was good and wouldn't bring him harm, with or without the charms, but Jack never fully trusted his instincts.
The doctor had Fiona hooked back up to the machines. He felt guilty, though her current situation wasn't particularly any fault of his own. Making him more uneasy was the fact that his earlier sense of urgency to escape hadn't subsided. He had finally folded and called his mother but got the similar sound of her voicemail. He didn't bother leaving a message. All he could do was sit still, and continue to beg Fi to wake up.
"Not just yet, big bro," Fi mumbled from a spot on the floor in the corner of the hospital room. Gabe sat across from her, her dress daintily spread out all around her.
"I watch him all the time," Gabe said, sadly. "He's not usually this peaceful."
"You can say that again," Fi joked, though she wasn't quite in the mood for humor. "Let's get this over with so he can get back to his curmudgeon-y self. You showed up in the middle of my dream and promised to explain what I saw."
Gabe cracked a bit of a smile. She took Fi's hand in her own.
"You saw the bright light? The thin figures?" she asked.
Fi nodded in response.
"Those were angels."
"… Did I die?" she responded, stunned.
"Only for a second," Gabe smiled, though Fi didn't reciprocate the gesture. Gabe carried on as though she had, "When you were younger, you thought you were chasing aliens, mysterious creatures from another planet."
"It's stupid, I know…"
"Not quite. The things you caught glimpses of, UFOs, crop circles… the bright light and thin figures. You should consider yourself lucky. Most living people can't remember their faces."
"You're saying those were angels?"
"Angels. Aliens. Whatever you want to call them. The point, Fi, is that they have been rooting for you since you were little more than a thought in your parents' minds."
"You know why."
"No, I… I know I'm special. I've always been different. And I know… about Fionn. And my destiny."
"And the part you're meant to play."
"Then you know why the angels want you to win."
"I'm just one person. They're angels. If they want me to win so badly, shouldn't they be able to take out a demon without my help?"
Gabe smiled again, and after a long pause said, "It's true, angels are powerful. But they have one flaw humans don't. They aren't murderous. They can't kill. They can send beings between realms, send a demon away to Hell, but they can't destroy them. This demon, your demon, needs to be destroyed."
"Well, that's the family's plan. Kill or be killed."
"I don't think you understand. It's not only you and your family who are in danger."
"What do you mean? The curse is a family burden."
"The curse," Gabe cut in, "ends with you. The demon your family has been fighting every twenty-three years for centuries, the one with the yellow eyes, he calls himself Aillen. He has become dissatisfied with murdering humans alone, and he's turned his attention to angels. He's killing us off, he's upsetting the balance. It was bad enough that he was taking humans before their time, but this… this will destroy everything. Heaven, earth and Hell, there will be no way of distinguishing one from the other."
Gabe pulled her hands away from Fi and wrapped them around her arms, apparently feeling cold though Fi assumed that would be impossible.
"What can I do?" Fi asked, feeling chilled to the bone herself.
Gabe looked up at her slowly, "Win."
"All of your research holds the answers. You have tools no other human could possibly hold. You have a strong set of weapons, you certainly have the knowledge, and above all" she paused to look over at Jack before continuing, "you have the right DNA."
"What about Jack?" Fi questioned, noticing Gabe's object of interest.
"Jack has his own destiny," Gabe answered softly. "Just as I did. I was destined to meet you, and Jack, and to die to protect you."
"He still loves you," Fi reassured her. "He acts like what happened to you was his fault. I can tell him, when I wake up-"
"No. You can't let him know you spoke to me," Gabe insisted.
"I have to, Gabe. Look at him. How could I not?"
"I hear his prayers, Fiona. He thanks God, that… that I didn't live to see what he's become. I've tried to communicate with him; to tell him that he's on the right path, but he doesn't want to hear it. He tunes me out. How like a man, huh?" she joked with a sad smile.
"Okay. I won't mention it."
"Anything else before I go back?" Fi asked, motioning to her body still lying on the bed across from them. "That is, besides 'win'?"
After some consideration, Gabe answered, "Don't lose."
"Thanks," Fi said with a light laugh. "It was nice to see you again, Gabe."
"You too, Fi. Hopefully it's the last time for a long while."
Gabe pressed a palm to Fi's head, and a white light emanated from beneath her hand, growing until it filled the whole room.
Jack was startled by the unidentifiable but undeniable change in the room's atmosphere. He looked to the corner where Gabe and Fi had sat, unbeknownst to him, when Fi – back in her body – sat up suddenly in her bed.
"Fiona!" he gasped, elated.
"Jack!" she tried to yell back, but was muffled by tubes. She quickly began to tear them away.
"Hey, hey, hey. Slow down," Jack jumped to his feet to assist her. She pushed him aside. Worried she would injure herself, Jack pressed repeatedly on the call button.
The male nurse appeared at the door within seconds, quickening his stride when he witnessed what Fi was attempting.
"Easy," he said calmly. "Let me get the doctor to see if we can free you of these, huh?"
Fi ignored him and continued to pull on the tubes, until a stern look from Jack stopped her. The nurse returned to her bedside a moment later and helped her safely remove the various tubes and IV.
"Any word on when the lockdown will be lifted?" Jack asked immediately.
"Not yet. As soon as we get the OK from police, we can finalize her release paperwork and get you both out of here."
"This is ridiculous!" Jack spat, as the nurse quickly exited the room, securing the door behind him. As soon as the door closed, he turned to Fi to give her a wink, before realizing she wouldn't know what made his cleverness so admirable.
"Hospital's on lockdown," he began to explain.
"They found a body in the parking lot," the two said in unison.
"How'd you know that?" Jack asked nervously. Fi seemed different, but he was careful not to jump to conclusions.
Fi tried to move too suddenly, and was overcome with an intense headache. She held her head in pain.
"Hey, easy. You okay?" Jack hurried to support her, though his hand subconsciously moved to the vial of holy water he kept in his back pocket.
Fi couldn't hear him. An image flashed in her mind: a woman, bloody, slumped over the steering wheel of a car. Footsteps echoing in the parking garage, heading toward the stairs, toward the lobby.
"He found us," she groaned, breaking away from her disturbing vision. "The demon's here, Jack. We've got to go. Now!"
"What? How, Fi? Tell me. How could you know that?"
"We've got to get out of here," she insisted. Fi swung her legs over the side of the bed and reached for the jeans and tank top folded up by her bedside. Jack turned away so she could get dressed, as a worried look appeared on his face. He brought the vial of holy water up to his chest and slowly unscrewed the top.
"C'mon," Fi growled, pulling him toward the door. "We've got work to do."