A/N: Ok. An update, after over three years. Really sorry to all those who enjoyed this story, and the only thing I can say is that depression is a major pain, as well as killer of the muse (at least in my case!). So to those who still want to read this, thanks, and I hope you enjoy. Thank you to all who read/left a kind word/added me to your alerts!

I don't own any of this, save the plot. And Freya, of course.

"I don't understand, what in the world does this mean?"

"If my calculations are correct, it means that our Freya is actually over 100 years old. The photos and articles detail a 25 year old school teacher who mysteriously vanished during a rainstorm. One moment she was leading a group of third-graders, the next, nothing."

Liz shook her head, frowning. "Are you sure she's the same person, and not just a descendant? I mean, you know, there are some people who resemble their ancestors so much as to seem like a twin."

"Well, that was my first thought, so I checked all of the census records from 80 years out. There are no others in her line. I'll need to tell this to the powers that be," Agent Meyers said.

"Can you wait a couple of hours? I want a chance to talk to her before they do," she called, already out the door.

"Hi Freya. How are you feeling?"

"I've been better," she replied, smiling weakly. "My life hasn't been exactly joyous and ordinary lately. I don't know what to do, and I feel awful about what happened with Mr. Sapien."

"I know it looked really bad, but don't worry; he's going to be fine. Believe me, he's a lot stronger than he looks. But that's not exactly why I'm here. John brought something to my attention that's kind of odd. I came to talk to you about it first, before-"

"Before the unknown element up and goes crazy on everyone, right? I don't know what kind of information you happened upon, but why do I get the feeling everyone around here thinks I'm keeping some big secret? Liz, I'm just as confused as the rest of you. Two weeks ago I think I had a normal life, and now I can't remember anything about my past. Maybe I don't have one. Or much of a future, for that matter."

Liz pulled a copy of a black and white photograph from the pile, sliding it over to Freya.

"This is supposed to be me?"

"Yeah. Does it jog any memories?"

"No. I mean, it's me, that's my face, but I don't feel any connection to it at all. It's like I'm looking at a stranger."

She picked at the Cobb salad that made up her dinner, bewilderment crowding her delicate features into a frown. Across from her sat Liz, holding a stack of printouts. The commissary was empty, and save for the occasional 'click' of the thermostat, silent. Instead of beginning a full-blown interrogation, Liz had opted to speak to Freya on her own, without any interruption or distractions.

"I don't want to cause you alarm, but you've got to see my point of view here. I've just been given data that, if correct, would place your age at one hundred and twenty. You say you can't remember anything prior to a couple of weeks ago, the length of time you've been here. When Abe tried to help you unlock your memories, you, for lack of a better word, nearly 'overloaded'."

She stood up, shaking her head. "I don't know what to make of any of this, but within these walls are the most important people in my life. I want them to be safe."

Freya looked up, her expression unreadable. "What you're saying is that you don't trust me. Well, guess what? Neither do I. I want to get to the bottom of this as much, no, more than any of you. It's my life that's suddenly left my control, remember? And no, the only thing that photo does is frighten me more. I'd like to make a request though. I want to try working with Mr. Sapien again. I think we just may be able to make a break-through." She looked down, rapidly losing her appetite. "I'm scared, Liz."

"So much has gone on in a small amount of time, and it's very overwhelming. I understand, Freya, I really do. We share the same mind, remember? Look, I'll keep the brass from breathing down your neck for as long as I can, and try to see if Abe is well enough to try again." She turned to leave, pausing as she got to the door. "Wanna know something, Freya? I'm pretty scared too. "

Freya lay in her room, staring at the ceiling. In the space of a couple of weeks, she went from a semblance of normalcy to being the guest/prisoner of the BPRD.

Someone who very nearly killed one of its own.

She wondered how Abe was, and before the thought was completely formed, found herself outside in the hall, no more than a thought traveling gradually towards what could only be the psychic's quarters. She willed herself to move faster, and concentrating hard, arrived outside of his room. A tendril of thought reached out, and sought admittance. She could see him, suspended in his tank, asleep. She moved closer, peering at him, willing him to awaken. His eyes fluttered open, and he raised a webbed hand to the glass-Freya's eyes opened in shock.

She sat up in bed, looking about her in a state of confusion.

"He saw me?"

She still couldn't access the bulk of her memories, nor understand how such a talented psychic as Abe couldn't help. But she apparently formed a link with him, and at least now she knew he truly was alright. Small comfort, but in light of current events, any comfort was better than the fear and uncertainty she felt. And the information found by Agent Myer was didn't help, especially considering she couldn't remember a single thing about it.

She frowned, trying to force memories to the surface that seemed to have simply vanished. As far as she knew, she was a ….a..well, that was peculiar, she really couldn't recall what she'd been before all of this. It was as if someone came and stole all of who she was away. She shook her head and rose from the confines of her bed. It was time to get some answers.

She quietly turned the doorknob, peering though to see if the coast was clear. It would've been far easier if she wasn't still medicated, but she'd just have to make do with what she had.

"Miss Warner? Are you alright? Do you require assistance?" she felt rather than heard Abe as he said this. Perhaps the meds are finally wearing off, she thought.

"Y-yes, I think I might have gotten lost on my way back from the bathroom," she stammered.

"Perhaps, if you didn't already have a lavatory in your suite." She couldn't be certain, but she could've sworn the fish man was laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, I apologize if you mistook my concern for levity."

"Well, seeing as you most likely know exactly why I'm out of my room, perhaps you could help me figure something out…." She turned around to address him directly; there was no one in the long hallway save her.

"But..how..?" She gasped, confused. "Abe….where are you, exactly?"

"I'm currently in the south-west corridor, speaking with you," he replied, amused.

She looked around once more, trying to make sure her eyes weren't failing her.

"I don't think so, Mr. Sapien. I am the only person here. How can I hear you? I thought that only worked with Liz."

"It would appear that your abilities are more rich than you have believed, Ms-""Please call me Freya.""Of course. Freya."

She couldn't help herself but grin. He seemed to be making a real effort to help her; perhaps he truly was the one to help her get answers."My room is down the hall, perhaps we should talk there. I'll help you find the way."

"No need," she replied as she continued towards his quarters. "I've already been there."

"Abe, with the exception of Liz, I feel you are perhaps well-equipped to help me understand what's wrong with me. I try to reach back to a time before I was brought here, and I keep drawing a blank-nothing but snippets of a past that's as foreign to me as-"

"I am?"

She looked up at him, smiling."No, to be perfectly honest, not quite. I haven't known you but a short while, and yet you seem so familiar. I was going to say, as foreign as my own name."

"Freya, I'd like to try something else, if you'd let me. While my natural psychic abilities were less than successful, another technique might yield better results. I'd like to try a little guided imagery, if it's alright with you."

"Anything you think. I just want to get to the bottom of this."

"Good. Settle back and place your hands in mine. I'm going to ask you to imagine a set of images. I want you to empty your mind of anything that's happened here, of even your own experiences. I want you to think of a place where who you are and what you understand have no importance. I want you to picture a staircase with ten steps that lead into a dark, calm room. And when you reach this room, the whole of knowledge, anything you can possibly seek, is readily available to you."

She closed her eyes, letting the soothing tones of his voice wash over her. She found it incredibly easy to fall into an almost trance-like state, as Abe guided her into deeper zones of her mind.

"Freya, can you hear me?"

"Yes," she murmured, brown eyes fluttering shut.