The doctors had told Korra that she would have to do some physical therapy when she was released from the hospital. In order to strengthen her muscles without stressing her joints, she would be swimming every morning and every evening. Korra was fine with regimented exercise as she worked out every day, but having someone watch her and tell her what to do didn't feel empowering so much as belittling.

It was Korra's first day of physical therapy. She was alone in a giant pool. Stationed at the far end was a single lifeguard who was picking at his nails. He looked a bit like Mako: spiky dark hair, sharp hazel eyes, unperturbable grimace. He was telling Korra what stroke to swim down and back. Backstroke, free stroke. Free stroke, breaststroke. Breaststroke, butterfly.

On her third lap back, Korra felt her shoulders burning. She would ask to take a break after this one.

She got to the edge of the pool and looked up at the lifeguard. Mako's doppelgänger had gone off shift-and a woman who looked strikingly like Lani had taken his place.

"Try touching the bottom," the new lifeguard said.

Korra obeyed, hoping that this would be the end of her training for the day. The pool was only twelve feet deep; it wouldn't be too difficult for her to touch the bottom. She caught her breath and starting swimming down. She reached the bottom of the pool in just a few seconds.

"Now come back up." The lifeguard had Lani's voice, too. Korra wasn't sure how she could understand her so clearly with twelve feet of water between them.

Korra pushed off the pool floor and paddled her way up.

After almost ten seconds, she hadn't broken the surface yet.

"What's taking you so long?"

Lani's voice seemed to sound from right next to Korra's ear. Korra turned around in the water, trying to see if she was there.

"That was incredibly reckless of you, Korra."

Korra stopped trying to get back to the surface, instead desperately diving deeper for the source of the voice.

"How am I supposed to be with someone who's willing to throw herself off a cliff for a thrill?"

As Korra swam back towards the bottom, the water around her started getting darker.

"Call me when you grow up."

Korra was swimming through ink. She remembered that she had to get back to the surface. How long had she been under?

Too long. She realized that the water hadn't gotten darker-she had blacked out. She couldn't move. Her body floated to the surface.

Someone's hands were on her, pulling her out of the pool. Through her blurry vision, she saw dark hair. Mako? No, Mako's hair wasn't so long. Her eyes closed.

"Korra!" A woman's voice called to her.

The hands were just below her sternum. The sharp pressure they administered jolted her awake.

And she was in the hospital bed. It had been a nightmare. She might as well have just gotten out of a pool; her sheets were soaked with sweat. She took a deep breath and stared at the ceiling.

"Alright, Korra gets out in three days, which means we have to start planning this party yesterday." Bolin paced about Asami's living room as he spoke. He started delegating tasks. By the time he got to listing entertainment options, Asami mind had wandered elsewhere.

She had volunteered to host the party at her mansion, which was also Future Industries' headquarters. Just a week ago she had been alarmed by a misdialed call to her private number, and now she was opening her home to a hundred of Korra's closest friends. None of the company's records would be at risk. Asami had only shown Bolin and Mako the first floor of the house, and their stunned silence implied that a single floor would be more than enough space.

Bolin had enlisted the help of his girlfriend, Opal, and his brother, Mako.

"Bo, we don't have time to hire acrobats," Mako said. Asami was amused by the contrast between his stoic realism and his brother's assertive optimism.

"Not with that attitude." Bolin pointed a finger at Mako.

Opal raised her hand.

Bolin swung his arm about so that he was pointing at his girlfriend. "Opal!"

"What kind of sheet cake should I get?"

"Chocolate," Mako said. "With that whipped frosting."

"Excuse me, who's in charge of this meeting?" Bolin said, putting his hands on his hips.

Mako rolled his eyes. "You are."

"Right," Bolin said. He looked back to Opal. "Chocolate. With that whipped frosting."

Opal nodded and jotted a note down on a pad of paper. "I've got to get to an interview," she said, standing. She kissed Bolin on the cheek. "I'll see you later, okay?"

Bolin smiled goofily as he watched her leave.

"Bolin, I don't think we should get a full swing band," Asami said. "We should try and keep the volume down."

"What's a party without music?!" Bolin said indignantly.

"Better for Korra's head," Mako said, glancing at Asami.

"Fine," Bolin conceded. "No loud music."

They spent another half an hour planning various details of the party. Asami had volunteered to throw together an e-vite which she would then forward to the long list of party guests that Bolin had assembled. Why each individual member of Opal's rather large family needed to receive a separate invitation was beyond Asami, but Bolin had insisted on it. She sat typing each individual email into the site's distribution page.

Asami had also been tasked with music management. Mako was worried that Bolin wouldn't choose something thematically appropriate to a welcome home party. He had ultimately told Asami that he trusted her to come up with something classy and tasteful.

What surprised Asami most about putting together the gathering was how normal it felt. Korra was coming home from the hospital, so a group of her friends was throwing a party. Asami was touched to be included in that group of friends. Even before she had offered to use her house as the location, the brothers had put her on the guest list. Asami was rather thrilled by the whole shenanigan, and on top of everything she would get to see Korra again soon.