"Hello Skye!" a chipper voice sounded from behind her. Skye turned and jumped. In front of her, wearing a cardigan and a bright smile, stood Jemma Simmons. "How..Why?" Skye took a step back and shook her head. Clearly this must be a mistake. Where was she? She had been somewhere else just a second ago. Skye didn't know where, but she felt like she had arrived somewhere strange. Jemma took a step toward Skye but stopped herself before she could hug her, like she wanted to. "I am so excited to see you. Well. I am sorry about the circumstances, but glad to be able to properly talk to you. Finally."
Skye stared at her, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. Seeing Jemma was impossible.
"The electric charge had built inside of her and burst out before her body hit the water. She would not have felt the impact. We also strongly believe that the drop in altitude rendered her unconscious before the emission. This means she very likely did not experience the pulse." The team was gathered around the medical examiner. Skye had never thought about S.H.I.E.L.D needing a pathologist. An organization of this size and with all these missions of course not only needed doctors for the living but also the dead. Dead – like Jemma. Coulson's question brought her out of her thoughts."So, you're telling us that she did not suffer?" At that Fitz squeaked, "Of course she didn't suffer. Except that she was terrified! Terrified that she had to die!" He had started with a whisper and ended on a scream. He ran from room before anyone could react. Skye didn't want to be in the room either. The doctor's office felt crammed. Coulson, May, Ward, and the doctor, they were so big; they were everywhere. Trying not to hyperventilate Skye followed Fitz outside. She turned a corner and there he was, sitting against a wall. He looked small. Tears ran down his face and his eyes were unfocused. She couldn't even try to grasp the magnitude and gravity of his feelings. Skye herself felt nothing but a strange mixture of pain and numbness. Jemma would tell her that was impossible - drawing out the 'o' for emphasis. Jemma. Jemma who was dead. Skye sat next to Fitz making sure not to touch him. They remained silent.
"You know the Alien virus killed you, right?" Jemma nodded. Skye narrowed her eyes at her. "You are way too cool with this." Jemma smiled with some understanding, "Need I remind you, that I have been dead for quite a while and, therefore, had enough time to come to terms with my situation?" Skye's eyebrows shot up and her lips building a thin line. She took a closer look at Jemma and decided to accept Jemma's attitude at face value. She looked around "Where are we?" Jemma shrugged, "I have no idea." Her smile faltered and turned into a frown. "I mean, I have no reference point and nobody to ask. All I can do is hypothesize. I am still in the process of verification. Many of my theories turn out false which can be quite frustrating." This place and Jemma's ramblings were mind-boggling to Skye. "If we don't know where we are how are we supposed to leave?" Jemma tilted her head. "Oh we can't. I already tried. We are dead. We can move around in this place but not leave it." A cold panic rose in Skye's body. "What do you mean? We are not dead! Wait. You died. I didn't die." Jemma sent Skye an apologetic look just to break eye contact right away. She didn't know how to handle this situation...