Luther wasn't sure exactly how the procedure would go. Spaceboy didn't really care. Live or die, it didn't matter. He didn't have anymore who would miss him. Might as well give it a shot. Why not try for a human body?
Diego lurked outside Vanya's room. The Kraken hadn't had much to do to distract himself. There had been a huge drop in crime in the city since Number 5 came back. Probably due to the mass murders he was consistently committing. He wanted to talk to her but she wasn't Vanya anymore. She was a shell. So he just sat there. Useless.
Allison was on a plane home. The Rumor wanted to visit Claire but Patrick had closed the door in her face. She wasn't a mother; she didn't know how to take care of herself let alone anyone else. She had hoped to find some comfort in seeing her daughter though. She wished she knew where Luther was, he always knew what to say.
Klaus was at Pogo's grave, again. "Pour one out for you." Seance mumbled, letting some of the tequila fall onto the dirt. He was hovering above the ground but lowered himself down to grab some acid. He needed a break from the real world.
Number 5 paced the halls of their childhood home. The Boy didn't know how it had been rebuilt; something their mother had put together. He had no idea how but he suspected her because all their childhood rooms were intact, frozen in time. His was bare. Hadn't had time to be named, let alone decorate.
No one realized Vanya was regaining her memories and movement every day. The White Violin knew what she had done and no one spoke to her after the day Allison came to visit. She never explained why her sister hugged her but she hadn't ever again. Only their mother came in, to get her food and make sure she was comfortable.
They were all completely alone. All by their own hand.
The perfect time to strike.
To be continued.