For a moment, she wondered if she was imaging the whole thing. Surely it was just someone who looked uncannily like Ian- he couldn't be here, he didn't know where she was. She tried to take deep breaths, tried to calm her rapidly beating heart, but still felt crushed by panic.

Ian: "What's the matter, Emmie? You don't seem happy to see me."

She felt the color drain from her face as the room fell cold around her. She jumped up from her chair, intent on running out of there with everything she had, yet found herself rooted in place unable to make her legs cooperate.

Emily: "What are you doing here?"
Ian: "I came to find you, why else would I be here?"
Emily: "It's over between us, Ian. It has been for a long time. I'd appreciate it if you would leave now."

Her voice was low, hardly above a whisper, and tinged with terror. She only hoped Ian wouldn't have the presence of mind to pick up on it.

Ian: "I'm not leaving unless you come with me."
Emily: "Stay here, then. I'm leaving."

Her legs finally worked again, but her progress was halted when Ian stepped in front of her, blocking her path completely.

Ian: "Please, Emmie- just talk to me for a few minutes. You don't know how much I've missed you-"
Emily: "What, couldn't find another punching bag? I'm not in the mood for your games, Ian."
Ian: "You were never a game to me- you're my wife for fuck's sake!"

Emily froze. She suddenly felt unable to even breathe and felt a sickening buzzing in her head. After all this time, she couldn't believe he was still using that against her.

Emily: "It wasn't legally binding… it doesn't mean a thing."
Ian: "How was it 'not legally binding'? Because you changed your mind one day? Because you found someone with more money?"
Emily: "We were 'married' by a guy dressed as Elvis who was more drunk than we were! There wasn't even any paperwork!"
Ian: "There were vows, Emmie- vows that I took very seriously."

Emily: "Only when it was convenient for you."
Ian: "You have some nerve bringing up convenience."
Emily: "What's that supposed to mean?"
Ian: "It means the second something better came along, you were running out the door."
Emily: "Ian, my grandfather was dying."

Ian: "That same old line again. I don't know how you expect me to believe that story, especially now when I see exactly what you were running to!"
Emily: "You have no idea what you're talking about."
Ian: "It's pretty damn clear what happened. You left me to die so you could come out here and whore yourself out to the highest bidder! I still have a scar from that night!"
Emily: "Don't you dare talk to me about scars."

Emily began to move forward, hoping through sheer force of will to be able to make it the few feet to the door without becoming overwhelmed with fear. She knew Ian was dangerous, but in her time in Deception Pass she'd learned far more dangerous things existed. At the end of the day, Ian was still simply a human being.

Ian: "What, so you're just leaving again? Just like that?"
Emily: "I'm walking out this door and I'm calling the cops and having you arrested for harassment. I've changed, Ian. I'm not the naïve girl you met in college."

Ian: "That's where you're wrong, Emmie. You think I don't see what's going on here? This fancy studio, new car, all your nice clothes and pretty jewelry- the only thing that's changed about you is the wrapping. Underneath, you're still the same scared, pathetic little Emmie you always were, only now you're just a plaything for the rich and powerful. There's no way you could have done any of this on your own!"

Ian: "I know all about your boyfriends, baby. I've seen you around town, even in the god damned newspaper! And from the looks of things in here, you've got at least one or two more handy just in case the other two get sick of having you around."

Emily remained expressionless as Ian paused momentarily. The absurdity of the situation struck her full force, and she found herself trying hard not to start laughing at the thought of dating James.

Emily: "Are you finished? Because if you are, I'm more than ready to go home now. I'm not the pathetic one, Ian- you are. I came out here to start my life over- you came out here trying to cling to the past. You need to grow up."

Ian lunged forward, but Emily jumped out of the way before he was able to get a hold of her. She knew him well enough to know what he'd try, and was thankful then for the alarm system Andy had his people install just days prior. She scrambled over to the control panel and hit the panic button, the air suddenly filling with a shrill buzzing.

Ian: "That wasn't a very smart thing to do, Emmie."

Emily ran for the door, hoping Ian would be stunned enough by her actions to buy her just a few seconds. Before she made it to the door, he'd managed to grab hold of her and was dragging her back into the office. She fell into a momentary blind panic- for a split second she was living out a nightmare, and knew she would never wake up.

Then, instinct kicked in. In one swift movement, she stepped back and shifted her weight just enough to send Ian falling over backwards. As she bolted for the door one final time, the darkness outside was lit up by the flashing red and blue of approaching police cars.