Choking. That's what Clarke feels when Emerson has his hands firm around her throat. She coughs, searching for air. The power of his grip increases and her oxygen level is running down. She squirms around, trying to find a way to escape. I need to safe them, goes through her mind. I won't let them die for my mistake. She had said that to Bellamy, earlier. She tried giving up her life for them, but he refused to let her. He has changed so much, ever since the Hundred landed on Earth. Just like the rest of them.
''Have a nice trip, Wanheda.'' Emerson says through gritted teeth. The last thing Clarke sees is his face, a grin glued to his face. May we meet again.
She's somewhere else. She feels a light breeze across her face. What happened? Clarke opens up her eyes, trying to adjust to an enormous amount of light. Her hand reaches up to her face, which feels kind of numb. It's just now she starts to notice some small details. Where am I? There's tall buildings everywhere around her. Light. There's people walking past her motionless body. Invisible. The last thing she remembers is tight fingers around her neck, blocking the air out of her lungs.
She carefully sits up. It's like she's a ghost. Not one person looks down to look at her face. It's rare, she thinks. She pushes herself off the ground, almost falling again. But she regains balance so she is standing.
''Ehm, excuse me?'' A voice asks behind her. She whips her head around and her eyes meet the figure of a woman.
''Clarke?''