"This is gonna be a long story." Sydney groaned, letting out a long sigh. "There will be parts which may surprise you, there are things, things about me and things about Will that may shock you, there were things we could never tell the real you when you were alive."

"Sydney? Trust me- after the week I've had? I'm used to surprises" Francie interjected.

"Okay, I guess ill start at the very beginning. You were born in Sacramento January 3rd 1975…" She started

"Huh, wait a sec, I was told I was born in London on 17th February. There are some people who had better be hiding from me right now. Cos I'm gonna hunt them down and god only knows what's going to happen to them."

"I'll be happy to help you 'deal' with them" Sydney said sarcastically, upset that there were people out there deliberately trying to wreak as much havoc in her life as possible.

She would make them pay.

She carried on her tale. "We met in high school, the Bryan Coulson incident which you remembered? That was the start of our friendship." She smiled weakly, remembering that first lunch they shared together, all the laughs they had when they caught the looks of the cheerleaders.

"We both got accepted to UCLA, I eventually ended up getting a Masters in English Literature and you were doing an MBA but you eventually withdrew to follow your dream, to open up a restaurant."

"Wait" Francie halted her in mid speech; the mention of a restaurant rang a bell. "This restaurant, was it called Deep Inside?"

"Yeah it was, how did you know?" Sydney asked curiously, her eyebrows rose in wonder.

"It was in one of my visions"- Francie waved her hands about excitedly- "I always wanted to know why I had such an interest in that damn restaurant." Francie grinned. "So how did I become Chloe Tyler then?"

"This is where the story gets interesting. Around the time you decided about the restaurant, I was engaged to a guy called Danny. Now during my first year at University I accepted a job offer to work for what I was told was a black ops division of the CIA. My cover story to you and everyone else was that I worked at a bank."

"Wait, I didn't know you worked for the CIA? How come I didn't realize something as big as that?" Francie asked, confused as she would have been had she been told all those years ago.

Whilst I worked for SD6, which was the name for the division, I created a web of lies to cover it up. It hurt me so badly lying to you, but I was scared what would happen if you knew the truth. However when Danny wanted to marry me, I felt I had to tell him the truth. I was tired of keeping things from people. So I told him, and my boss Arvin Sloane found out. Fran, he had Danny killed.

Francie gasped as tears started to trickle down Sydney's face

"It was then I knew I could never tell you the truth without putting you in grave danger"

Francie nodded in silent understanding, and put her arms around the person who she now knew was once her best friend in the whole world.

"I was in a lot of trouble and then it turned out my dad worked for SD6 also. He saved me and told me the truth about SD6, that it was not connected to the CIA, I was working for the bad guys. He was a double agent for the CIA, and so I became one as well. For months we worked tirelessly to bring down SD6, and the Alliance which it was a small part of. Near the end though, Sloane got wind of what we were doing and he escaped our clutches, however along with another bad guy, Mr. Sark, he had set in action Plan B. Plan B was to keep close surveillance on me and my work. They had developed something called Project Helix, it was a cloning programme. Fran, they cloned you, and then killed you. On January 26th 2003 Allison Doren supposedly took your life and became Francie Calfo."

Francie felt like she was going to faint. "Eric, could I get a glass of water? I don't feel so good…"

Weiss ran to the kitchen and within minutes Francie was clutching onto her glass trying her damndest not to hyperventilate. Or cry.

"January 26th 2003." Francie repeated, touching her forehead. "That was the date of my accident."

"I don't know what happened to you Fran, I really don't." Sydney started to cry. "I was told you were dead when I finally came back, it had been two years, and I had to accept you were dead." She was freely sobbing again.

"Two years? Wait, Sydney what are you on about?" Francie asked, confused.

"A few months after Allison had taken your place, Will, who was working with me at the CIA since he started researching Danny's death and stumbled across my real job, figured out Allison was the clone. He left me a voicemail message warning me before Allison discovered he knew; she then stabbed him and left him in the bath, waiting for me to come home so she could get me too. Luckily I got the message and was able to test Allison to see if she was you or not. I couldn't believe it when I figured she wasn't my best friend. We fought, and next thing I know, I'm waking up two years later in Hong Kong. Id been taken by the bad guys and my memory erased. I talked to those who I'd left behind in LA; they told me there had been a house fire. They had discovered our bodies and buried us Fran. Only they weren't our bodies. They had been planted with our DNA. I had shot Allison in the fight, but she was saved. Until Will stabbed her obviously…"

"Wait, so Will managed to survive? Francie asked, she had been completely thrown off track…

"Yeah." Syd smiled. "He managed to get out of the house and they put him in Witness Protection, he remained there until I needed him a couple of weeks ago. The look on his face when he saw I was still alive…" Sydney cut off and had a distant smile on her face, Francie almost didn't want to disturb her private thoughts; but she knew she had to.

"Sydney? Can I ask? About Will? Its just in some visions, I'm kissing him?

"Yeah, you guys finally got together of years of being great friends, but the sad part was, you were 'killed' just after you got together. Will was so distraught when he found out it was actually Allison he had been dating for months…"

"Oh my god. Sydney? Is there… is there any chance of me seeing Will? It's just; I guess I want to see him for myself?"

"I want to take you into work in a few minutes, just so we can get things like your identity confirmed; there is this eye test I need you to take. But then, going to see Will will be first on our list… I promise."