How in the world were they going to fix this? That was all that Susan could think about as she went back into the bedroom after securing the door behind Garibaldi. Talia was pale, so pale, lost in a drugged slumber, the only sign of life her breathing faintly stirring the blankets she was wrapped in. How in the world were they going to fix this?

"It's going to be alright. Mister Garibaldi's gone to get something to make you feel better." Susan forced her panic and fear away as she sat down on the bed. She moved the makeshift bandages a bit, carefully checking the wound. A bit of bleeding, but no signs of infection yet. But that could change so quickly, could…. No, she firmly forced that thought away. It didn't seem like Talia was able to read them at the moment, but she wasn't going to take any chances, on her abilities suddenly turning on, and picking up anything that could frighten her. "I'm not sure what Mike thinks he's going to find, but he seemed sure that he could find something that would help." She really wished she knew what Garibaldi was going to do. Talia needed a doctor but with Bester, she didn't know how they could get one. Stephen was out, thanks to the psi-cop's presence. Was there someone else, someone Downbelow with medical training that Garibaldi might know about, though? There had to be something. A doctor, proper attention, this could be fixed. She wouldn't let herself believe that this couldn't be fixed. They had been so close to losing Talia only for her to somehow miraculously come back to them. Surely that was a sign that the universe was cutting them a break for a change. Get help for her, and Talia had to be okay.

There was a light moan, that honestly Susan wasn't sure if she heard with her ears or her mind. "Talia?" And then, even though it went against everything she had been told by her mother, Susan reached out, mentally whispering Talia's name too. "It's okay." She whispered/thought not sure if talking or thinking would be best. "You're going to be fine. I'm right here and Mike's going to be back in a little while with something to help you feel better. Just rest. You're going to be fine."

"Mama?" a faint mental whisper, the sound a little lost girl, and the one word that ripped Susan's heart to shreds.

Tears stung her eyes as she reached out and wrapped her arms around Talia. "We're going to get your mother out here to see you as soon as we can." And she didn't know how they would do it, but somehow they were going to do it. "You just have to get better. Talia, you have so many people who love you, and all we want is for you to get well. You have to do that for us, alright? Just rest, and let us take care of you, and get well."

She laid down beside Talia and snuggled her up, the only thing she could think of doing at the moment. "Psi-Corps probably isn't much for fairy tales." Susan said as she caught sight of one of the books that had popped up for Mike on the floor by the bed. "But I'll bet your mother read them to you, didn't she?" She reached down and picked up the book, then flipped it open. "Would you like me to read you something while we're waiting for Mister Garibaldi to get back? I don't know what's taking him so long." She shot a look towards the door even though it hadn't been ten minutes yet. No, don't think about that. The book, focus on the book. She opened it, and slowly started to read. "Once upon a time, there was a queen who longed for a daughter."

"Mister Garibaldi!" Just perfect. Londo. Garibaldi had ducked into the bar just in time to dodge Bester, and who did he run into but Londo and Vir, and was that G'kar and Na'Toth sitting at one of the tables as well? He didn't have time to end up in the middle of a riot.

"Mister Garibaldi, please, sit." And before he could do anything, Londo had him at a table. "I suppose you're still drinking that horrible water, then? A wonderful funeral, Miss Winter's, yes? A bit solemn, of course, but what can one expect from the Mimbari? Still, very fitting indeed."

"Even with Mister Bester's unwelcome presence, it was an appropriate tribute." G'Kar added, not wanting Londo to take over the conversation. "And where is Commander Ivanova? The two of you left rather abruptly to…." No, probably better not to mention the cremation. Humans seemed to be rather more sensitive about the actual disposal of bodies than Narns were.

"She's wanting to sit shiva for Talia. I just had to pick something up first." He really didn't need to be stuck in a conversation with the ambassadors at the moment. He had to figure out how to get past Bester, and then his own security force.

"Mister Garibaldi, I was wondering." Vir stammered. "Did they ever decide exactly what happened to Miss Winters? I mean, why she…." And then he paled and ducked his head as it hit him that now might not be the best time to ask that question.

What story had they decided to go with? Garibaldi decided to stick with what they had told Bester. "Aneurysm is what Stephen said it was."

"That's bleeding in the brain, isn't it?" Vir asked, anxiously.

"Basically." Why was Vir asking about Talia's death?

"Vir, really, I have told you…." Londo tried to stop him but his aide continued.

"What caused it?"

"We don't really know. It's hard to figure out exactly, I guess. Why?" And why did Vir look like he was about to pass out?

"Could hitting her head on a door frame cause it?" Vir asked.

"What?"

"Because that's what happened. It was those two businessmen who got in a fight in the middle of the Zocalo. The old ones." Vir added after it occurred to him how many businessmen tended to get in fights in the middle of the Zocalo. "Londo sent me down to check with Miss Winters about a meeting she was supposed to be helping with, and I guess that she had been dealing with them, because they were just coming out when I got down there, and then one of them lunged at the other, and Miss Winters was kind of in the middle. She hit her head on the door frame. I asked if she should go to see Doctor Franklin. I thought that maybe she should. But she said it didn't even hurt." He looked up for a moment, guilt in his eyes, before dropping his glaze to his drink. "She said it didn't hurt, but then…. Could that have caused it?" He should have said something, should have found Mister Garibaldi or Commander Ivanova and told them what happened. Maybe if Miss Winters had gotten to a doctor in time…. Why had he listened instead of helping?

Well, that wasn't what he had expected. "Vir…." What could he say that would fix it, though? About the only thing that would take away the young Centauri's guilt was the truth, and that wasn't going to happen. "What happened with Talia, she was probably born with something wrong. Things happen. It wasn't your fault." From the expression on Vir's face, he wasn't buying that, though, and Garibaldi couldn't think of anything else to try, not with Bester lurking outside, and the urgent need to get back to Talia and Susan.

"I see Mister Bester's still on the station." G'Kar said. "I know that Delenn filed an official complaint about his behavior at the funeral. I'm surprised the captain hasn't evicted him by now."

"Sheridan's sort of caught on evicting him at the moment." Evicting Bester without giving him a chance to snoop just a bit would make him even more suspicious of what happened to Talia, but still, the longer he was here, the greater the risk he would find out what had really happened. Psi-Corps would probably have Talia dissected to find out how the Control personality had been removed if they got their hands on her.

"He seems to be looking for something, I believe." Londo said after looking up.

"Probably me or the Commander."

"And you don't want to talk with him, I assume." G'Kar said.

"I want to throw him out an airlock. Barring that, not talking to him would be great. Do you think the two of you…."

Before Garibaldi could finish his thought, there was a splat, and some sort of fruity goo was covering Na'Toth. And there was Vir, in the doorway, fruit in hand, waving.

"Vir!" Londo shouted as Na'Toth lunged after him. He turned to G'Kar with a scowl. "If your aide breaks him, she is replacing him. I hope she knows something about mixed drinks."

"Go. I believe Mister Cotto is much more clever than I had thought." G'Kar motioned to Garibaldi as he looked out the door. Vir had ducked behind Bester just as Na'Toth had charged, and the telepath quickly learned that there was in fact something more frightening on the station that Commander Ivanova. "But just in case…."

Garibaldi barely dodged in time as G'Kar picked up Londo and tossed him out the door, right onto Bester. He grinned slightly, thinking of the potential for broken bones as he dodged out of the way. The Centauri/Narn playacting was quickly shaping up into a riot. Perfect time for a little visit to security.

Not a soul in sight. He ducked in and quickly opened the locked cabinet holding contraband items confiscated from arriving passengers, and stupid smugglers, which made up most of their class of smugglers. Bottles, bags, he dumped them all into a box, not bothering to sort them. Susan could help him with that later. He just cleared out the cabinet. No one but him ever went in there anyway. They would never know. A little trip to riffle through lost luggage, and he could get back home to get Talia fixed up.