...Friday 14th, 2015..

...New York....1:15 AM...

T-11 feels like someone is dragging him over bumpy rocks. Someone not tall enough to lift a fully grown man who is half machine. His eyes open to see the sky. His processor then has a sequence of time indicating where he is. T-11 let out a groan feeling his head go rough against some rocks. He can hear a woman grunt.

He is in New York City's great lake rock bedside as the speeding cars and night light city bridge matched one of the images on the internet for the results of city. NewYork City is in the image URL at the top. Who is dragging him? T-11 initially thought it was Beckett but he saw the hints of red hair dangling down.

Only could be one person.

Alexis.

"A...Alexis," T-11 manages to speak when his back met the ground.

Alexis came over to T-11's side.

"Hey T-11," Alexis said.

"Call...Call me Tyler," T-11 said. "Tyler Eleven."

"I thought you died back there," Alexis said. "I found your arm three days ago."

"Three...days ago..." T-11 said.

Alexis puts her hands on her hips and tilts her head.

"Now how am I going to get you into the car," Alexis said, rubbing her chin in a uncanny way reminding T-11 of Castle when he was contemplating.

I'll get home, T-11 thought, eventually.

The End.