Present Day

Tenley sat at her desk in the infirmary. With her elbow propped up on the top, her hand holding her head, she read through the odd journal she found in her room. It would be her second read-through of the leather-bound book but she hoped it would give her more clarity on what to expect regarding her future. She wasn't convinced by Lucy's claim over Wyatt's apology that it would keep her from disappearing a second time. He apologized before and yet, she still disappeared.

She sighed heavily, closing her strained eyes. There hadn't been much mentioned in the way of Wyatt within the journal - just enough of what she had forgotten since she lost her memory. A knock on the infirmary door startled her, causing her eyes to flutter open as the door began to swing ajar.

Tenley spotted a familiar head of blond hair poke into the room, stormy blue eyes scanning the room before landing upon her. He smiled at her. "Am I interrupting?" Rowan asked. Tenley shook her head and he pushed the door open further, helping a little old lady into the room.

Standing from her desk to approach, Tenley crossed the room to help, grabbing the woman's elbow for support. "What's happened?"

Rowan helped the elderly lady to the exam table. "She's been complaining of lethargy."

Tenley grabbed a couple of examination tools to begin looking over the frail woman. "What's your name?"

"Charlotte," the woman replied.

Tenley's head cocked slightly the moment she heard the accent. Her dark eyes darted over to Rowan's gaze before returning to the woman's eyes. "Follow the light, please."

As Charlotte's eyes followed the light, Tenley saw the familiarity behind them. She turned the light off and glanced back to Rowan. They had the exact same shade of stormy blue eyes. It dawned on her why the accent was the same as well.

Tenley opened her mouth to speak when Charlotte cleared her throat. "Would ye be a dear," she started, eyes locking onto Rowan's, "and bring me some tea?"

Rowan glanced between the two. "Is that all right?" Tenley nodded and Rowan patted the woman's hand gently. "I'll return shortly."

The two watched as Rowan slipped out of the infirmary, leaving them alone. Charlotte wasted no time as she lifted her head to look the doctor square in the eyes. "I thought he'd never leave," she sighed.

Tenley licked her lips, wondering what to ask first. "Is he... a-are you..."

"I would have thought it to be obvious," Charlotte's lips curved into a small smile as she spoke, "I'm their ma."

"Mother?" Tenley gasped, eyes widening.

Charlotte nodded. "Ye seem surprised, dear."

"I..." Tenley's words failed her.

Charlotte smiled again. "I saw ye've been reading yer journal," she stated, pointing over to the leather-bound book on the desk. "Have ye found it helpful?"

Blinking away the shock, Tenley nodded aimlessly. "Um... yeah... sort of..."

"Which part has ye confused?"

Tenley's brows drew together. "Who are you?"

A small chortle escaped the woman's lips. "I think ye've started to figure it out..." she sniffled slightly, "At least a couple of yer team has figured it out..."

"Do Quinn and Rowan know?" Tenley asked.

The woman nodded slowly. "Quinn, especially," she confirmed. "Rowan...he's... he's special," her voice drifted away after the admittance. It was clear to the doctor, the woman wasn't going to elaborate.

"In what way?" Tenley's heart fluttered at the prospects. There was something lingering behind the words Charlotte used that didn't sit well with her.

Charlotte's smile faltered as she averted her gaze. "It's better that ye don't know the details."

"Why?"

"It's not safe."

"For who?"

Charlotte's pained expression lifted to meet Tenley's gaze. "For Rowan," she whispered, "and for ye."

Tenley was about to retort when the door to the infirmary opened. Glancing over her shoulder, she spotted Rowan approaching them, two blue mugs of steaming fluid in his hands. He set one of the mugs on the desk.

"I thought ye'd like some coffee," he told the doctor. He smiled at her, turning back to Charlotte. "I've got some rose tea for ye."

"My favorite," Charlotte stated with a smile as she reached for the cup.

Tenley's eyes darted between the two for a moment before she continued her examination of Charlotte.

Across the bunker, Lucy approached the reading nook in the corner of the large main room. Her slender fingers danced along the spines of the old books on the shelf as her eyes took in the delicately embossed script of the titles. Her fingers stopped on an old maroon book whose title had long been worn off. She pulled it from the shelf, holding it in her hands as she read the gold-pressed title on the front. 'The Lost Colony'.

"That's one of my favourites," a small accented voice spoke behind her.

Lucy turned around, her brown eyes landing on a small male child of maybe seven. "Aren't you a little young for such a story like this?"

The boy shook his head, the unruly auburn curls bouncing on the top of his head. With a small chuckle, he replied, "I'm not a baby...I like that story a lot. It's quite mysterious."

Lucy glanced at the book before turning back to the boy. "What makes this one so special?"

A beaming smile erupted across the boy's pale-freckled face as he reached up for the maroon book. Lucy passed it over to him, following the boy over to the small wood and glass coffee table a few feet away.

Kneeling beside the child, Lucy watched with amused interest as the boy flipped through the pages to some of the pictures. "The story is interesting enough on its own but," the boy stopped and pointed to an image in the book, "the real story is hidden within the pictures themselves," he glanced up to look at Lucy who leaned over to stare at the image, "though no one believes me..."

The picture on the page showed a crude drawing of the small colony of Roanoke in the distance and the tree with the carved message 'CRO' in the foreground. Lucy's eyes darted about the picture, unsure what the child was referencing because she already knew about the carving.

Another voice called out to them as they were hunched over the book, "Wren! There you are! You took off!"

The boy and Lucy lifted their gaze to see a young woman with red hair standing a few feet away from them, smiling at the two politely as she waited for the boy to join her.

Lucy turned her eyes back to him. "Your name is Wren?"

He nodded. "Yeah," he replied. "Wren Rogerson."

"Is that your mom?" she asked, pointing to the waiting woman.

Wren shook his head. "No," he whispered, his lips dropping into a slight frown. "My mum is dead. She passed away a very long time ago, I was told."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Lucy told him. "I'm Lucy."

"Wren," the woman called out to him. "It's time to go. Say goodbye to your new friend."

Wren rolled his brown eyes. "I'd much rather stay here with you but I have to go and do my maths."

"A very important skill to have," Lucy replied, smiling warmly at him.

He shrugged, standing up from the coffee table. He pointed to the open book. "If you read the rest of the book, maybe we can talk about it in detail?"

Lucy chuckled at his mature wording. "I'd like that."

Wren walked away and joined the young woman. The two walked hand in hand toward the schoolroom which was located in a different part of the bunker.

Lucy's brows drew together as she thought over young Wren's comments about the book. Her eyes darted back to the drawing on the page. She couldn't shake the strange way he claimed the pictures told a different story than the words in the story. Grabbing the book from the table to sit in the comfy recliner behind her, Lucy studied the picture again. Twisting her lips in thought, she knew she'd be up for a while scouring the book for clues - if there were any to be had.