Episode Report Card Erin: A | 111 USERS: B- YOU GRADE IT Hell Hath No Fury
By Erin | Season 3 | Episode 7 | Aired on 2003.11.09
And then Syd wakes up. She's sobbing uncontrollably. She grabs at the small scar at her side, which is thankfully just a scar and not a gaping gore-filled hole, and then falls back into bed, scared, alone, and confused. The next day, she heads to the Stafford Naval Hospital and walks up to some grandfatherly-looking dude. Looks like he's the head of the Lost Years group that Syd attends, because she apologizes for not being to group in awhile. He's all, that's okay, honey. There's another session tonight. She's all, yeah, well, I'm actually here to talk to you about something else. He's all, is this about your dreams? She just nods and says she's heard about some experimental procedure that's used to recover lost memories. It's called neurostimulation therapy, and she's all for it. Doc Grandfather's all, honey? Let's give group therapy a chance before we go diving for the neurostim shit, okay?
Syd's not really into the group idea, because most of those people have been in group for over ten years and they're not any closer to finding out about their Lost Years. I'm not really into the group idea either, because could it TAKE any longer for them to tell us what in the hell Syd did during those Lost Years? We're not getting any younger over here. Doc Grandfather's all, dude? Maybe it's time to move on and just deal with the fact that you might never remember. Syd's all, yeah, um, how about YOU try not remembering two years of your life, okay? Not so much FUN, dude. Now, I know you have clearance, so, right here in this hallway cluttered with people who DON'T have clearance, I'm going to tell you that there's a terrorist organization who wants to find out the one thing I can't remember, you dig? My point? I don't have the luxury of waiting around until I accept this crappy aspect of my life, Grandpa. Doc Grandfather's all, yeah, um, why don't you come with me, punkin?
They walk over to some padded room, and Syd looks in. Doc Grandfather tells her that the man inside, wrapped in a straitjacket and looking all sorts of crazy, is Kenneth Blake, a CIA agent who was missing for five years. Blake finally turned up in a South Korean hospital with severe injuries and no memories whatsoever. He volunteered for this neurostim procedure that Syd wants. The procedure was carried out, and Blake discovered that he had been in custody of the North Koreans all that time, subjected to tortures so intense and prolonged that his conscious mind had chosen to block them out. At this point, Blake comes to the window and looks directly at Syd, but doesn't really seem to see her. He kind of looks like a bargain basement Hannibal Lecter, actually. He turns away, and there are two really hideous scars on the side of his head. "The invasive nature of the surgery left him with permanent brain damage," says Doc Grandfather. Syd looks away. "You should know, Sydney," continues Doc, "the NSC considers Blake a successful test case for neurostimulation therapy. But I'd consider death as an option before this procedure." Syd just looks at the doctor as Blake glowers at them through the window square.