Time began slowly passing by, and Tallis' physical wounds began to heal. It was the emotional ones that stayed open, festering and becoming infected. The young woman shrank when anyone came too close. She hid behind her hands when Jeremy moved to touch her cheeks. Everything frightened her, and she didn't sleep. She was living on coffee and speed, slowly unraveling like a ball of string.

Nothing would return to normal until Cameron was dead and buried. And she had to be the one to do it.

Tallis was curled up in the President's chair, the video of her attack being played on repeat as she searched through mountains of paperwork. She was becoming obsessed with finding Cameron. It consumed every aspect of her life. "Where the fuck are you?! You can beat the shit out of me and disappear. That's not your style. WHERE ARE YOU?!" As she screamed she pushed the papers off Jeremy's desk. Had it been her computer she would have thrown it across the room. Breaking things was the only thing that brought her comfort in these troubled times. That, and fucking Jeremy so hard he fell right to sleep.

A knock at the door pulled her mind away from her own thoughts. "Come in!" It was Cuddles. He was still in bad shape from being jumped in. Tallis found that she liked him a lot, though. "What is it, Cain?" She was the only one to use his real name.

"Tillman wants you. They found someone who might be able to give us information about Cameron." He flashed her a sheepish smile, playing with his cut. Tallis was always so nice to him, it was hard not to fall for her.

"Thanks, Cain. I'll be right there." She smiled back at him, allowing him to leave before moving from the chair. This was going yo either end well or very poorly, there was no room for something in between.