Volume II - Episode 49 Where: Cologne, Germany When: 1 month and 5 days after E-Day, 1:53 pm Cathy woke up terrified and alone. Oh, Rob, where are you? She looked around at her surroundings. She was no longer in the hospital ward. She in a small nurse's office. The door was shut. And, presumably, locked. She checked herself for injuries. Her body was getting more and more worse off as the day wore on. In addition to the bandages around her severed fingers and broken nose, there was also now a fresh patch of medical gauze stuck to her left armpit where the soldier had shot her. Oh my God, I've been shot! She fell into uncontrollable, wracking sobs. How had things gotten so bad in such a short amount of time? How had it all happened? Why had it happened? Was she being punished? Half an hour later, a key slid into the door and nurse Monika stepped into the room. The stern-faced German glanced at Cathy, then quickly locked the door behind her. Cathy caught a glimpse of at least three armed guards standing outside. Monika dropped a clipboard on her desk and walked to Cathy's bedside. "How are you feeling?" she asked. Her face wore an expression of deep concern. "I'm...I'm okay. It doesn't hurt too much. I guess I'm pretty drugged up?" "Yes," Monika said. "We'll try to keep you as pain-free as possible. Catherine, I want to apologise for the way you have been treated here. It is completely unacceptable. The soldier who shot you has been placed under arrest, and his supporters have been reassigned. My commander takes discipline very seriously. They will not be allowed to return to this hospital under any circumstances." "That man...that patient they took away...he died?" For a split second, Monika's matter-of-fact expression softened. "Yes. He had a heart attack. His injuries were...his injuries were too great." "That's why the soldier was angry with me? That's why he shot me?" "Yes." Cathy chewed on this for a moment. On top of everything else she was feeling - pain, fear, anxiety over her beloved missing husband - something new crept in to take over. Guilt. "What was his name?" "Which one?" "The man who died." "Pfeifer. Private Sven Pfeifer." Sven Pfeifer. Cathy had killed four men in her life. This was only the second one she'd felt remorse for. "Are you okay?" Monika asked. "I'm okay. It's just...they were shooting at us. They were going to kill us if I hadn't...no, never mind. I'm okay." Monika allowed Cathy a few moments to regain her composure. The business-like expression had returned to her face. "Catherine, listen. I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but you are still in danger here. Private Pfeifer was a popular soldier. He had many friends. Some of them have requested transfers to the prisoner of war camp in Berlin. They figure that's where you will be moved to once you leave here." Cathy's eyes widened. Her guilt gave way to panic. "I want you to know I will do everything in my power to keep you here at the hospital with me. I will be able to keep you safe. But in order to do that, I will have to find a use for you. My commander won't allow me to keep you here for safekeeping, or as a pet. I'll need to prove to him that you can be useful to me. Do you understand?" Cathy nodded. "So, what can you do? Have you ever worked in a hospital before?" Cathy shook her head. "What was your job back in America?" "Nothing, really. I mean, I used to work in an office, but...that was years ago." "You didn't work?" [CONTINUED IN FIRST COMMENT BELOW]