By supper the team that accomplished very few things. Skye and May passed on what little information they found to Coulson and he relayed it to Agent Hand. Fitz pulled Simmons out to the garden and help her study the variety of plants while Ward rested under the eagle eye of the nurse. Charlotte kept busy altering between her father's room and the swimming pool under the eagle eye of Aishanni. Ward was doing well enough that Simmons allow him to sit outside for the evening meal. They ate and made small talk until their invalid started to wane. It was decided everyone would retire early.

Morning dawned clear and beautiful, promising him an amazing day in Tahiti. The irony of it was not lost on Coulson. He wanted to go outside of the estate to see if the sites might spark the memories. He made the arrangements with Marcel and asked May to accompany him. She reluctantly agreed. They left promising to return before sundown.

Against Simmon strong opposition, Ward declared he was taking Charlotte to see her mother. Greatly curious as to why the woman was talked about the way she was, Skye and Jemma boldly asked to tag along; they included Fitz as well.

Charlotte was ecstatic because after all, "Mommy loves visitors."

The group piled into two golf carts, Aishanni and Marcel driving. Twenty minutes down the paved pathway, they stopped beside a small gated cemetery. In the middle, the moderate crypt. Ward excepted Marcel and Fitz's help to follow Charlotte who was skipping joyfully towards the building. After they've assembled at the door, Aishanni punched in the key code.

The door opened automatically and a warm female voice greeted them. "Hello, my precious baby."

"Hello, Mommy," Charlotte answered stepping over the threshold.

"How's my daughter today?"

"I'm wonderful. How are you?"

"I'm resting peacefully. Remember, Mommy loves you."

"I love you," the little girl replied.

The whole exchange took the three newbies by surprise. All they could see in the room was a simple silver casket. Fitz caught on first. "It's a pre-recorded voice that is voice activated," he whispered to the other two. Ward's glare prevented further hypothesizing.

Taking in the whole room, the three agents were again surprised. The walls were covered with photographs, a young woman featured in many. Several also showed a baby whom they assumed was Charlotte. A picture, hung directly at the head of the casket, showed what appeared to be a happy family; Ward, toddler Charlotte and the woman from the other pictures.

"Everyone, this is my mommy. She's not really here cause she's in heaven but we like to pretend sometimes don't we, Daddy," Charlotte announced.

"Yes, sweetheart, sometimes we pretend," Ward confirmed in a soft voice.

Charlotte moved around the room, occasionally stopping and telling a little story about what was going on in a particular picture. It was obvious she didn't truly remember the events, but was citing the stories she'd been told as she looked to her father once in a while to fill in the gaps.

All too soon Ward started to get tired. "Charlotte, we need to go. I need a nap."

The child didn't argue. She grabbed Aishanni's hand as Fitz and Marcel helped Ward back to the carts. Before the door closed, she stopped and said, "Goodbye, Mommy."

"Goodbye, my heart," the warm voice whispered.

The group barely made it back before Ward fell asleep on them. He was quickly returned to his bed and with Charlotte by his side, the two settled in for a nap. The alert team members made their was back to the covered patio.

"What happened to Charlotte's mother?" Skye asked.

"You'll have to ask Grant," the Oracle said.

"So, in other words, we'll never know," Skye retorted. The Oracle shrugged.

"Wonder what Coulson and May are doing?" Simmons pondered.

"Knowing those two, they're probably finding some petty crooks to take down," Skye snarked. Fitz snorted.

Coulson was getting frustrated. Their "bodyguard" was thwarting his attempts to get to some of the places from his memories. Every time he'd get ready to deck the guy, May would pull him back. After three hours of nothing, Coulson made the decision to head back to the estate. Once they ditched their escort at the gate, he pulled May aside.

"So what's your take on this?" he asked her.

"I think he's under orders," May responded.

"Yeah, but whose?" Phil said. "We keep getting more questions and not enough answers."

"We'll keep digging, Phil. We'll find something."

"I'm not giving up," Phil declared.

At that moment, Marcel called to them from the gate house intercom. "Mr. Coulson, there's a communication for you at the house."

Phil went into the small building to reply. "I'll be right up."

The two agents took the waiting cart back to the main house. Phil went immediately to the library. May headed for the gym. It was late afternoon before the group was together again.

Coulson wasted no time in telling the team his news. "We've got another assignment. We leave in the morning."

"What about Ward?" Skye demanded.

"Simmons," Coulson deflected.

"He should be fine to travel as long as he isn't on active duty. That he won't be ready for, for at least three weeks, more likely four," the scientist answered.

"So, I'm losing my houseguests so quickly. Everyone make lists of what you need or want and we'll make sure it's ready for you," Aishanni informed them. "Your transport has already been fully restocked with all the necessities as well as beefing up the medical supplies." With that, she stood and left to give the team some privacy.

"Before anyone asks, we're not discussing the new assignment here. It's not secure. I'll brief everyone once we're on the bus. Now get your lists together quickly as it's getting late," Coulson ordered.

Lists were were written and given to Marcel. The procured items were delivered directly to the plane unless otherwise specified. Ward was able to join them for the evening meal. It was a light hearted affair, kept that way by Aishanni telling amusing anecdotes about the times she was learning to control her gift.

Charlotte stayed close to her father. To the team's surprise, she showed no anxiety over his pending departure. She did make sure everyone had a custom piece of artwork, lovingly created by her, to take with them.

Morning arrived quicker than some wanted. The trip back to the bus made easier by the fact that Ward was able to sit in a seat. After all the gear was stowed, everyone gathered on the cargo deck to say goodbye. Charlotte hugged each one of them with abandonment, saving her daddy for last. If a few quiet words and extra snuggles were exchanged, no one said anything.

The Oracle and Charlotte waited in the shade of the hanger as the large aircraft made a vertical take off.

"They're not going to know what hit them," the child said.

"No, they're not," the Oracle confirmed.