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Nita's practicing the piano. Good for her. The tune is simple, easily recognizable for people from a certain time.

After a little while, she starts to sing -- softly, since she's not that confident in her singing abilities still.

Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, do n do do
Here comes the sun and I say
It's all right

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, do no do do
Here comes the sun and I say
It's all right

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
Here comes the sun, do n do do
Here comes the sun, and I say
It's all right
It's all right

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He hesitates. "There's just... someone here I didn't want to... run into again."

And he's conveniently forgetting Nita's tie to Rhalen for the moment.

Her fingers have been moving over the keys, almost at random, but they still now.

"What happened?"

"It's one of the people my mother worked with when she was here," he says, his eyes flickering around a little. "I was talking to him last night - I didn't know it was him at first - he'd changed his appearance."

Her eyes sharpen, and there might be something reminiscent of Asmodean in her gaze. She speaks softly, though.

"Who? Did he hurt you or anything?"

Behrooz hesitates again. He's not looking at her closely enough to notice her gaze.

"His name is - or was - Rhalen." This is the first name Behrooz knew him by, so it's the one he uses. "I think he's been... doing things while he's been here."

Now that he thinks about it, he'd first talked to 'Simon' the day before he'd had the dream about his father.

Shit!

"Do you know what he's going by now?"

Behrooz's eyes finally meet hers.

"I think it was Simon," he says, with a little uncertainty. "He was blond, and wearing a yellow coat."

After he says this, he watches her carefully.

Her eyes widen. "Shit. Really?"

"Yeah. He changed his appearance in front of me," he says, watching her now. "Did you... talk to him?"

"Yeah -- and I -- I mean. . ."

See Nita blush.

Behrooz's expression is curious, but he asks, "Do you know who Rhalen is?"

"Yeah."

She sighs, and rubs her forehead, and speaks very quietly.

"For a while, he was infiltrating my dreams, trying to convince me to join the Dark." A bitter laugh. "I know it sounds cliche, but there it is."

Beat.

"He nearly got me."

After a long moment, all he says, "I can't judge you."

Then, to drift away from that point, he says, "He did that to me... well, the infiltrating my dreams."

She looks up, frowning. "Before? Or this time? He left for a while."

"This time." Pause. "He first came here a while ago - I met him when he first came in, using that name. The dream happened... after that."

She pauses. "Do you want to talk about it?"

His eyes drift again.

"It's kind of complicated." Which is true. Just saying 'it was about my father' doesn't really answer much.

Which means no.

"Okay. But -- keep track of them." She glances down at her right hand, with a number of faint white scars on the palm. "And be careful, in them. You can get hurt in them."

"I know," he says. The bruise has faded completely by now.

She blows out a breath and rubs her forehead. "Shit. Rhalen. Someone should tell Security."

"I talked to Jack Bauer," he mumbles.

"Yeah?" She looks at him closely. "Good."

He notices the look, but doesn't comment on it.

"Yeah," he says quietly.

After a moment, she nods, and repeats "Good. I don't want to see him hurting anyone else again."

Behrooz doesn't know what he can say to that. There's guilt for what his mother did, for trusting her, for not saying anything sooner. If he'd just told Chase...

"It's my fault," he mumbles, mostly to himself.