[Sasha takes a breath, pulls her hands to her face to shove the heels of her hands under her glasses and rub out the tears that are welling up and threatening to fall down her cheeks. Don't break down now, James. You don't need your boss seeing you cry.]

I always had a feeling, with everything we had shoved into artifact storage and the statements we took. I know a bunch of them were utter bollocks but the one you had to record on tape and then everything that happened with Michael and Prentiss- [She has to stop and take another shuddering breath. She should have left after Michael. But she was so damn curious.

And in the end that curiosity had gotten her, presumably, killed...or worse.] ...So that thing replaced me. [How long did it take you to notice? Who knew it was a trick? These questions burn in her mind and on her tongue but instead she asks:] What happened with Prentiss?