After Simmons had come out of Skye's bunk, it turns out she had made a grave mistake: she had turned the light off.

Everyone was peacefully eating their dinner in the kitchen when May heard it; the screams and sobs of a little girl.

"Simmons, did you turn off the light?" May demanded.

"Oh, God! I did!" Simmons exclaimed, rushing out of her chair. However, she didn't have to go far, since the little girl had ran out of her bunk and into the kitchen. She was screaming and crying uncontrollably. When she had come in, she ran to someone unexpected: she ran to Ward.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She repeated over and over.

"You didn't do anything wrong, Skye," Simmons said gently as she approached the small child.

"I-I didn't?" She sniffed.

"What were you dreaming about, Skye?" May asked.

"The Bennetts," she explained. "There was another person in there with me- a girl named Giavanna." She paused. "I tried to help her, but I- I was too late!" She cried.

"Simmons, if you would?" Coulson looked at the young woman expectantly.

"Happy to, sir," Simmons said, nodding as she got up. Not even ten minutes later, she came back. By then, Skye had calmed down, only the occasional whimper. In her hand was a manila folder.

"What's that?" Skye asked, her nightmare forgotten.

"This is Giavanna," Simmons explained, opening the folder. In the folder was three pictures and a few documents.

"See, Skye? You did save her." Coulson took the picture and showed it to her. In the picture was a six year old girl, covered in burns, dirt, and dust. The next picture was of Skye. Everyone gagged simultaneously. She was about eleven, looking worse than Giovanna. She was as thin as a twig, and pale as a sheet of paper. Her hair was matted down, blood was dripping down her face and arms, and she was covered in burns.

"Oh my god," Fitz whispered. The last picture was Giavanna, Gia Cameron then, at seventeen years old. She was getting into a red Maserati Ghibli, wearing a black leather jacket, blood red lipstick, and looking overall badass.

"That's Gigi?" Skye asked in amazement.

"It is," Simmons confirmed. "In fact, I spoke to her." Skye's eyes lit up. "And it seems that she wants to talk to you!" Simmons took out her phone, dialled a number, pressed call, and handed the phone over to Skye.

"Hey, Simmons, what do you need?"

"Gigi!"

"Skye, is that you?"

"Yep, it is!"

"You sound… younger."

"I am. Didn't mama explain to you?" Jemma choked.

"Mama?" She mouthed to Fitz, who shrugged.

"Oh, right! You got de-aged. How's that going?"

"Awesome, can't you tell?"

"Glad to see that you still have your sense of humour."

"Did I really save you?"

"Yes, Skye. I owe my life to you. We both made it, and the Bennetts are in jail. They can't hurt anyone anymore. We're safe, thanks to you!"

"They're never getting out?"

"Nope. They've lost custody of their kids, and they can't ever get out. It's almost 10, Skye. You should get to bed. Sleep well, little flower." And then, she hung up. (AN: You can read this conversation from Gia's point of view in my book on Wattpad, Stronger Together)

"Do you want to try to go back to sleep now?" Simmons asked.

"Yeah. I'm tired." She yawned.

"If you need anything, Fitz's bunk is right next to yours. I'm the next one after that. Come on, Skye. Let's get you into your pajamas and back to bed." She lifted Skye off of Ward's lap, who sighed in relief. They disappeared out of everyone's view.

"This girl looks familiar," May said.

"Yeah, no kidding- wait, I know where I've seen her!" Fitz exclaimed.

"Where?" Coulson asked.

"On the news!" He replied excitedly. "She's one of the leaders of the gang Combat Eighteen!"

"She grew up to start a gang?" Ward asked.

"Yeah!"

"I'm pretty sure I worked with her once. I was trying to find a guy, Mateo or something. She helped me find him," May remembered.

"Cool," Ward said. Everyone nodded in agreement.

"Well, I think we should follow in Skye's footsteps. It's been a long day," Simmons said tiredly.

"Yep. Everyone get some rest. Tomorrow's a new day!" Coulson exclaimed.

"G'night everyone," Fitz said.

"Night. See you all in the morning!" Simmons said as she walked out, heading towards her bunk. Everyone went their separate ways, turned out the light, and encased the large plane in a layer of silence, something that would be disrupted by sunrise.