As soon as Sean got the call from his brother about how he had brought Cracher-Mortal, or Baron, to Portland to kidnap you - a Grimm - and bring you to Venice to get the key from you, your blood, Sean immediately knew what that meant. So Sean gathered Monroe, Rosalie, himself, and Juliet - who was your friend in this scenario - to drive to the airport to stop them from carrying your seemingly dead body onto the private jet where you would be killed in Venice. But as they arrived, it was too late, and they watched as the jet lifted into the air, taking you out of police reach until it landed.

As Sean waited in his office for any information on the jet, he was suddenly told that it had crashed. The reason? You. You had woken much earlier from the Baron's spit than most victims do. Because you were a Grimm, it had a different effect on you - making you stronger and more aggressive and violent than anything the Baron had ever seen before. You ended up attacking the Baron and the two pilots, causing the plane to crash a couple hours away from Portales in northern Utah - a long way from Portland.

At this point, you were nothing but an aggressive and violent mess of a person. After following police calls and tracking the wreckage, they eventually found you, but you were a violent mess. You easily took down Monroe, then Rosalee and Juliet. Now it was just you and Sean. All Sean needed to do was knock you unconscious so Rosalee could give you the antidote... and hopefully make you better. 'Damnit!' Sean shouted as you shoved him hard into the barn wall. The rain poured outside as you two fought. Sean's face was bloody, cut, and bruised, but you looked fine... besides your pale skin, bloody knuckles, and the dark, almost black blood coming from your nose.