Ana sits in a safe house bedroom, watching Hope sleep. Her daughter is finally calm after the chaos at the warehouse. But Ana cannot sleep. Every small sound makes her jump.

Diego enters quietly with coffee. "She is okay?"

"No nightmares. She is too young to understand what happened."

"Lucky her."

Ana takes the coffee. Her hands still shake a little. "I keep thinking about Vincent's face when we escaped."

"What about it?"

"He was not surprised. Not really. Like he expected this."

"Maybe ...