Illya Kuryakin was lost in darkness. He could hear voices but he could not understand what they were saying. He knew THRUSH was after him, that he had been shot. His only hope at survival was to remain as still and quiet as possible until Napoleon arrived. His senses seemed to be mixed up, he was sure he could smell antiseptic and the beep of medical equipment but that was obviously a result of blood loss, he was shot, hiding in a cemetery.

Napoleon leaned over Illya's hospital bed. He was frustrated and at his wits end. "Illya, Agent Kuryakin wake the hell up!" he yelled. His yell brought a startled nurse rushing into the room, "Mr. Solo, please!"

Napoleon turned toward her, embarrassed. "I'm sorry dear, I just thought I'd try something a little more forceful."

Napoleon turned back to his partner, and looked into Illya's limpid blue eyes, open and staring. "Illya!" Napoleon almost sobbed out his partners name.

"You don't have to yell....."