I walked down the metal stairs of the foundry to find Diggle, Roy, and Oliver, standing in a semicircle, worried glances plastered across their faces.

I gulped. "What's going on? What's the urgent message?"

Oliver walked towards me, his eyes wet with tears. Both Diggle and Roy were shaking, both of them trying, and failing, not to cry.

"Oliver?" It came out soft.

"I'm so sorry, Felicity. Sara's gone." I looked towards Roy, who nodded slowly. Diggle reciprocated. Roy sat down in my computer chair, while Diggle kept pacing, his hand over his eyes, covering his freshly forming tears.

"H-how?" My voice was shattered. I felt tears forming, but I attempted not to cry. Oliver's hands moved towards my face. They felt cold and distant against my now pale skin. His eyes were just as broken as mine were beginning to be, maybe even more.

"She was on a mission with the League. It was just her and Nyssa. The guys they were fighting, there were too many of them. One of them had a huge gun, and just surprised her." My pink lips began to quiver. "She died in Nyssa's arms."

I pushed away from Oliver, removing my glasses and wiping my now fallen tears.

"Love is never just skin deep" she had told me over the phone, the last time we ever spoke. It no longer sounded like a canary song, but instead, a canary cry.

I blinked. I felt as though my eyes were playing tricks on me. I removed my glasses, rubbed the lenses on my shirt, then placed them back on my nose. The same picture lay before me; Sara Lance on the ground, with a bruised and battered Laurel by her side.

I walked over to the sisters and helped Sara to her feet. The crowd of people had dispersed by now, leaving only the three of us and Oliver, who I had forgotten was even present. He cleared his throat behind me.

"Felicity.. how do you know Sara?"

His arms were crossed. He was defiant. I knew he wanted an answer, and a justifiable one. I just didn't know where to start.

"Let's talk over here." I grabbed his elbow, taking him off to the side.

His eyes were on mine the entire time. I began to speak, my voice coming out cracked and achy.

"I only met her in person once, in The Tower. I helped fix her computer. She had some pretty nasty malware on there that only a-"

He held up his calloused hand to stop my babbling. I continued. "We became friends through Tommy. We would text and talk online when we had the chance. She became like… my own virtual best friend."

I saw Oliver glance her way and sigh. I started fidgeting with my glasses, needing to do something with my hands. After a few moments, he turned back my way.

"Look. I think it's best if you talk to her. She could help you."

"Help me with what, Oliver? I don't need saving."

I walked away, towards the forest, where I often found solitude in times of distress. Only this time, someone had been following me. I walked towards an old tree with a large knot. I discreetly grabbed an arrow and a bow that was hidden inside that tree not. There were footsteps behind me.

"We need to talk."

I whipped around, bow and arrow taut.

"Felicity, please. This is important."

I sighed and lowered my bow, throwing the arrow in the grass beside me.

Pain shot up my chest. My insides felt like they were on fire. I bit my lip, trying to alleviate the pain, but it didn't go away. I slowly lowered myself to my knees and leaned over, my hands burying in the grass. I took shallow breaths, each exhale coming out broken. My eyes felt damp. Tears began streaming down my face, but I wiped them away quickly.

Sara remained standing in her place, never once moving a muscle. Her black combat boots were planted firmly into the ground, and her grey leather-clad arms were crossed over her chest.

"You okay?" she asked, a hint of amusement to her voice.

My gaze met hers after the pain dissipated. She was smirking to herself, as though she knew what the hell was wrong with me. I sighed, coming off my knees and leaning against a tree. My hands found the arrow I had dropped previously, and I started moving it between my hands, feeling every inch.

"Get up, Felicity. We have work to do." She started coming closer. Before she could reach me, however, I quickly got up, taking the bow with me. She was standing by the same tree now, her arms still crossed, her feet still firmly planted on the ground.

Sara watched as I put the arrow in place. The bow string was against my cheek. My elbow was raised. The arrow was firmly between my fingertips. Inhale. Exhale.

I let the arrow fly.

One more inch, and she would've had an arrow to the brain. She reached up, removing the arrow from above her head. She broke it in half; a perfect slice. She walked towards me again, but this time, my feet were planted firmly on the ground, and my arms were crossed, a physical barricade between us.

Sara reached behind her, retrieving something from her back pocket, handing it to me. It was a torn piece of paper, no bigger than the palm of my hand. It was folded in half.

"What're you doing here, Sara?" It came out harsher than I initially intended. She didn't appear to be phased, though. She giggled softly to herself, beginning to walk in circles, pacing. She stopped a foot in front of me. She smiled, her hands flying up in a gesticular manner before speaking.

"I'm here to help you wake up."