Before Michael could reply, the phone was off. He looked up at Brown, who was busy writing down the address in his notebook. Michael tried to call again but could not get through.
"Come on, let's go; we have already been given the address," Brown urged and forwarded the same address to an FBI team and the CIA director, but they needed to get there first.
"What if it is a setup?" Michael asked. "Or a diversion?"
"We just have to find out," Brown replied, running out of the room. Michael followed suit as they got into the FBI helicopter and headed to the address, which was two states away from where they were. They could only hope Erica was okay.
At the house, Fiona smashed the phone and ordered her son to prepare for teleportation.
"No no, you can't go!" Erica yelled at them again. "You can't leave me with that animal!"
