When Evaline awoke, she was staring at a plaster-tiled ceiling splattered with fluorescent lights. She felt something physically shift in her head as she winced, squeezing her eyes shut as an alarm began to softly beep beside her. As she rolled her head to the side and forced open her eyes, which felt like they had been glued shut, she spotted a myriad of medical supplies on one side of her bed.

As she attempted to sit up, she felt something pull tightly at her neck as she tried to yelp in pain. However, the discomfort only worsened; with a downward cast of her eyes, she saw something was protruding out of her mouth. Tracing the tubing to the side of her bed, she saw what she somehow knew to be a ventilator, and her eyes went wide with panic. The possibilities ran rampant through her mind. Had she overdosed on her sleeping medications? Had she had some sort of psychological break and blacked out because of it?

Two women wearing scrubs rushed into the room as Evaline's eyes filled with tears, blurring her vision against her own will. One of the hands reached out to her to calm her, muttering some incessant noise about her needing to calm down, while another reached for the tubing coming out of her mouth. The only real words that managed to reach Evaline's mind through her anxiety was a vaguely familiar voice saying, "Eva, this is going to be uncomfortable, but you'll be able to breathe and talk once we get the tube out. We need you to relax though, for it to be easier to remove."

Evaline wanted so badly to curse out whoever it was that kept instructing her to remain calm like it was a simple thing, but she did try to calm herself down a little bit as she felt the tube sliding out of her throat, hitting her gag reflex and ripping up whatever small layer of protection she had. As soon as it had been removed, Evaline found herself folding over at the waist, retching and coughing for a solid minute until the urge to vomit had finally disappeared and the tears in her eyes spilled, clearing her vision.

However, that still didn't mean she believed what she saw when she looked up again.

Rachel McAdams was standing above her, holding the dripping tube that had presumably been stuffed down Evaline's throat only moments before.

Evaline tried to state her surprise and disbelief at who stood in front of her, but no sound came out of her throat. Instead, a wave of irritation rode up the inner lining, burning every inch of it as she nearly gagged on the pain. Fake Rachel quickly handed her a cup of water that she drank greedily, not caring for a second when it dribbled out of the corners of her mouth and slid down her chin, saturating the top of the hospital gown she was wearing.

Just as Evaline was finishing off the cup and Fake Rachel opened her mouth to say something to her, the door opened, and a calm, almost annoyed voice asked, "What's going on in here?"

Evaline turned to shoot a look at their newest guest, freezing as she saw who had joined them.

Just over Rachel McAdams' doppleganger's shoulder stood Benedict Cumberbatch's.

The two of them simply stared at each other, and somehow, Fake Benedict looked more surprised to see Evaline than she did to see the celebrity doppleganger. His voice was full of wonder and surprise as he said, "Eva. You're awake."

"Yes," Evaline responded slowly, feeling her vocal cords rubbing together as she winced. "I mean… why was I asleep? I don't… I don't remember anything."

Both of Fake Benedict's eyebrows shot up so they rested somewhere in the middle of his forehead. "Nothing? You remember nothing?"

"I mean, I remember some basic stuff, but…" Evaline tried to focus, tried to think of any memory she had after the weird fever dream that had been the mysterious messages hidden in her morning routine, but figured she should probably leave that out of the narrative. She still wasn't entirely sure why she was in the hospital, and if it was because of a psychotic break or something of the sort, she was sure that telling the doctors about secret messages in her cereal and her crossword puzzle wouldn't help her get the answers she wanted, or to get her home.

Fake Rachel stepped closer to her, asking gently, "Do you know who we are?"

As Evaline looked up into her face, she could see the differences between the Rachel McAdams she had seen on the big screen and the look-alike that now stood over her. She had more auburn hair, no mole on her cheek, and gray eyes that radiated intelligence and kindness alike. Evaline had to shake her head once to refocus before saying, "No, I don't… I don't think I know who you are."

When Fake Benedict stepped forward to the edge of the bed, Evaline quickly pulled the hospital blanket tighter to her chest, unsure of what his intentions were exactly. All she could focus on was that she was sitting in front of a man who looked nearly identical to one that had featured in some of her more R-rated dreams, and that she wasn't wearing a bra, a fact made clear by the thin material of the gown.

She also supposed that it felt like a security blanket, another layer to put between herself and the strangers who now stood around her, peering at her like a zoo animal. Fake Benedict's dark eyebrows were furrowed so tightly that Evaline counted five wrinkles between them; Fake Rachel, meanwhile, had an open and wondrous gaze as she looked at Evaline.

Fake Benedict reached forward, pressing his gloved fingertips to Evaline's cheek as he checked her eyes with a penlight he had conjured seemingly out of thin air. As he watched her pupils dilate and constrict, he asked in a quiet voice, "Do you truly not remember us?"

Evaline looked between both of them and blinked rapidly to rid of the dark circles the doctor's flashlight had produced in her field of vision. Her inability to see and the repetition of questions finally got to her as she snapped, "Remember you from what? From The Notebook and Sherlock?"

The two dopplegangers shared a concerned look, before Fake Benedict turned to one of the techs in the room, commanding, "Pull up her EEGs and EKGs for the last four hours, highlighting any abnormalities, focusing on shortly before her exit. She just had labs done as well, correct?"

With the two doctor's gazes off of her, Evaline tried to place where and when she was, searching desperately for any clues that could provide her with the information that, for whatever reason, the medical team was withholding from her. Her eyes raced wildly, as they finally settled on the breast of the doctor's white coat. The theory that she was losing it seemed to hold true as she read off the label.

Dr. Stephen Strange, MD – Department of Neurosurgery

Evaline could hear her heart monitor's rhythm speed up again, giving away her climbing anxiety as the two doctors continued to confer over her monitors, using jargon she couldn't even begin to pretend to understand. While they analyzed everything behind her, she searched the Rachel McAdam's look-alike for some sort of identification, as she wasn't wearing a white coat. Finally, Evaline was able to zero in on the badge that hung off the waistband of her scrub pants, squinting to read the type and confirming her crazy beliefs.

Dr. Christine Palmer, MD

Underneath her breath, she muttered, "No fucking way."

While Christine's worried eyes shifted to Evaline, Strange's stayed on the screens that were positioned behind Evaline's head, especially as they continued to beep with increasing insistence. Without even bothering to acknowledge Evaline's statement, Strange commented to Christine, "Her EKG looks good, and her EEG looks normal, but there are some abnormal interruptions on the second and fourth leads…"

"But what are they?" Christine asked, both of them stepping closer to the monitor on Evaline's left side, their eyes off of her now. "It's not seizure or stroke activity, and her ICP's have been fine…"

Before she really knew what she was doing, Evaline was grabbing a scalpel out of a partially opened package on the table next to her bed, cutting the tubing that connected her to the machines at her bedside before springing up on the side of the bed opposite of Christine and Strange. So many alarms were going off that Evaline could barely hear what Christine was trying to say to her in an attempt to calm her down. She did hear Strange shout "Get Wanda and Banner!", but she barely registered the words.

As she eyed all of her adversaries in the room, her eyes zeroed in on weak points on their bodies: the carotid and jugular, three pressure points, a partially healed scar on Strange's neck…

She blinked, clamping her eyes shut for a second longer as she tried to shut out all of the extraneous information attempting to enter her brain. As she tried to listen to her own thoughts, Christine and Strange were trying to talk her down, but their voices were white noise to the background of her own thoughts, connecting the dots of names that floated through her mind of their own accord.

Strange. Palmer. Banner. Maximoff.

"No, it…" Evaline opened her eyes, but shook her head as she looked at Strange and Christine with confusion, and they returned the expression. Her voice was tremulous as she said, "How can you be here? How can you be real? You can't be real."

The door to the room opened again, and Strange's face contorted as he presumably prepared to yell at whoever else had just entered into the room. He seemed to relax, however, when a quiet voice came from the doorway, saying, "Eva."

She turned to the source, and her vision wavered again as she spotted Elizabeth Olsen and Mark Ruffalo's dopplegangers, and her mind made the connection that had seemed to be true so far. Wanda Maximoff had a sharper nose and sharper cheekbones than Elizabeth Olsen, making her face far more angular; Bruce Banner's hair was more black than gray and he stood taller than Mark Ruffalo did in Evaline's world.

Evaline assumed that Wanda was the one who had spoken, because Bruce looked too shell-shocked to have said anything at all. Her assumption proved correct as Wanda took a tiny half-step forward, reaching out her hand as she said, "Eva, put the scalpel down. We just want to help you."

"Bullshit," Eva growled, her anger finally spiking as she felt more and more like a cornered animal. Her profanity earned an entertained lift of the eyebrows from Strange. "You all have drugged me with Lord knows what, stuck needles and probes and what have you in me, and you're not telling me a damn thing."

"That's fair," Christine said, putting up her hands defensively. "What do you want to know?"

"Where the hell I am, for one," Evaline hissed, spit forming at the corners of her mouth as she felt like the rabid dog she probably also looked like. "Or why the hell I'm here. Or who the hell you all are, and why you keep calling me Eva like we're friends. Or…"

Wanda looked hurt as she insisted, "We are your friends, Eva."

"Stop calling me that!" Evaline shouted, raising the scalpel anew as everyone in the room tensed again. "You don't know me, and I don't know you."

"Okay, okay," Christine said softly, stepping between Evaline and Wanda, still holding out her hands as if that would stop Evaline from attacking her when the time came and she snapped. "Let's start at the beginning, Evaline. You're at a private hospital in New York. There was an incident, and we brought you here to take care of you. You're safe now. Just put the scalpel down, and -"

"Stop telling me I'm safe!" Evaline shouted, shaking her head while a tremor overtook her arm that was clasping to the scalpel like it was a lifeline. Something broke apart in her mind as hallucinations overtook her mind: flashes of a sprawling estate with an airfield in front of it, standing on a platform nearly a hundred feet in the sky overlooking the entirety of New York City, running toward the end of a fractured bridge with no intention of stopping.

She forced her eyes open, lifting the scalpel toward them again as she cried, "Please, make them stop, I can't – "

Strange's eyes flicked to the screens behind her, his voice calm as he said, "Bruce, Wanda, please. She's about to have an event."

The two newcomers shot each other a look for only a moment before they moved together as a unit. Wanda raised a hand, and Evaline felt her fingers prying away from the scalpel, joint by joint. She hissed in pain as she stopped fighting the force, and the scalpel flew out of her grip and back to the package she had originally taken it out of.

In wonder, Evaline turned back to them, asking, "What the – "

She never got to finish asking her question, however, as the room exploded into chaos again. Bruce, who had only been a half-step behind Wanda the entire time, rushed forward with Christine and two of the orderlies, using their brunt force to push Evaline back to the bed. With impressive efficiency, the orderlies were able to strap down both of Evaline's legs and one of her arms; only the one Christine was reinserting an IV into was still free, but being held down tightly by Bruce.

"Put her back under, now!" Bruce barked, the veins on his face filling with green as he struggled with Wanda to keep Evaline down. "Strange!"

"Infusing!" Strange shouted, as Evaline felt something beginning to burn through her veins. She screamed, more out of pain than fear this time, as she felt the poison moving through her veins and clawing its way to her chest and her head. Her eyes slammed shut, fighting out against the medicine and the bright lights irritating her vision.

Hands and something else not entirely natural kept her pinned to the bed. Wanda's voice was strained as she asked, "Can't you give her something for the pain, or at least to help her calm down?"

"Don't you remember how horribly that went last time?" Strange snapped back. "The concoction that we created has to interact exactly right with proprioceptors and neurotransmitters for it…"

"She's going, anyway," Christine said, gesturing to another one of the mysterious screens over Evaline's head that she couldn't see in her current position. Bruce and Strange seemed to understand what was going on in the screen; Wanda looked as confused as Evaline herself felt.

Evaline's vision began to blur again, this time due to more than just tears. Christine's clear voice called out, saying, "It's okay, Eva. Let it wash over you. You're completely safe."

Despite her conciliatory words, Evaline's anxiety spiked as she begged them, her voice raw, "Please, just let me go!"

"We're sorry, Eva," Wanda said, her voice filled with sadness as Bruce stepped away from the bedside, rapidly exiting the room. Evaline cried out as her eyesight began to fracture, leaving her feeling like she was looking through a kaleidoscope. Reaching out to brush back her hair, Wanda kissed her forehead, saying, "We're so, so sorry, Eva. We're trying to save you."

Before she could ask what the witch was talking about, Evaline fell to blackness once more.