Meanwhile, in the street, Isaac was slicing the foot soldiers to ribbons, wielding the massive sword as easily as if it were a twig. Eventually, he and Nigel stand back to back, the British man's black, flaming cloak feeling warm against Isaac's back. "Just like old times, huh?" Nigel says, although there was no humor in his voice. Somehow, he knew Isaac had regained his memories, as well. "I guess," Isaac replies, his voice flat and emotionless. "Just stay out of my way, Nigel. I don't want to slice you in half, even though you've plagued us for who knows how long." That said, he dashes forward, moving faster than the normal eye can follow, leaving a crimson trail behind him, littering the streets with body parts as he descends on the outmatched men like a storm.

Sean walks over to Hayley and crouches next to her. Seeing the strange eyes, he says, "Alexis, give me a status report. What's going on with your host?"