Volume I - Episode 115 Where: Cologne, Germany When: 1 month and 1 day after E-Day, 2:23 pm thump-thump-thump! The knocking at the front door continued. From the look on Jack's face, Krystal knew he wasn't expecting guests. He pressed his finger to his lips, indicating that Klaudia and Krystal should stay silent, and closed the bedroom door. Klaudia and Krystal pressed their ears against the door. For a while, the knocking continued. And then the sound of heavy blows. Wood breaking. Someone is breaking in! Krystal thought. She grabbed Klaudia's hand and held it tightly. This could be good - a rescue perhaps - or bad. Very bad. She wished she could see who it was. Who was out there, so intent on breaking in through her uncle's front door. There was a loud crash as the front door burst in. And then the sound of muffled voices, at first inquisitve, and then angry. And then... ...a rapid series of gunshots. Krystal and Klaudia clutched each other. They backed away from the bedroom door, terrified. "What happened?" Klaudia whispered. "Did someone shoot him? Did he shoot someone?" Krystal just shook her head. She had no idea. She cocked her head, struggling to hear something. Anything. Any clue of what was going on outside her bedroom door. Something slid under the bedroom door. Two pieces of paper. No, not paper. Cards. Two credit card-sized pieces of plastic. Driver's licenses. Klaudia rushed to the door and picked them up. She studied the cards, a look of confusion on her face. She handed them to Krystal. The driver's licenses were covered in blood. One was Canadian, the other French. The names on the licenses were Paul Barkley and Angela Marotte. From their photos, they looked no more than 25-years-old. "Your friends are dead, Krystal," Jack called from the other side of the bedroom door. "I tried to tell 'em you weren't here, but they insisted on coming inside to look for you. I didn't mean to kill 'em. But they pushed me. They pushed me." Krystal stared at the licenses. Paul Barkley and Angela Marotte. The names meant nothing to her. She had absolutely no idea who they were. Or why they were looking for her.