Andrea's costume didn't seem to keep out the chill of the night. The confrontation with Crane hadn't gone well, the fear-obsessed scientist managing to escape. Thankfully he was a bad shot and she left unharmed as well. She knew where he had gone, what he was planning to do, everything. She could go there and take care of the matter personally and permanently.

But then where did it end? Where did it ever end?

The past few hours had exhausted her mentally and she was almost welcoming the return of that frame of mind, the cold, unfeeling state that was the Phantasm persona. She continued to resist, though why she could not say.

Despite all that, she knew this Crane situation was her fault. The redhead had no intention of poisoning a whole city with fear toxin. No matter what Crane believed, there was no benefit to any of it other than satisfying his own demented passion. He needed to be stopped.

At least, there, she knew someone who could.

The bad news was that someone hadn't paid their phone bill in a while and the line was shut down. So much for trying to reach Wayne Manor. Even after all these years, Bruce had kept the same number, one she had memorized years ago and one that could be recalled with muscle memory alone.

Damn it, how hard was it to reach the man? Well, there were other options, weren't there? When calling the manor hadn't worked, she had thought about Wayne Enterprises, but stopped when she realized whatever corporate number she could use would not be of use since she didn't know Bruce's specific number. Plus, he had been absent from the company since Bane threw him into the streets.

Options became limited the longer she thought about it. How else do you reach a man who dressed up like bat to fight crime in the middle of the night?

That was when inspiration struck.

She had heard the stories about it. The pictures on the internet only confirmed the stories. To think it had been set up just as she had left Gotham for a second time. Yet it would be her last chance and the only one she was desperate enough to try.

There Andrea stood, on a building across the street from what was the Gotham City Police Department. On a corner of the building's rooftop was a searchlight, one that had a bat-like shape placed over the glass from which the light would shine. That would be her means of calling the man who had been the love of her life once upon a time.

If only things could have turned out differently.

It was easy to cross over and reach the station's roof. However, the "Bat Signal" as it was known was not her first destination. It was to the rooftop access door that she approached. Slipping out a small device, she placed it over the door's hinges, a means of jamming it so that she would have more time to wait. Once she turned that signal on, she was going to attract a lot of attention, of that she was sure.

As an added precaution, she damaged the door's lock. Mere minutes would they buy her, but that was time she was willing to purchase.

Turning to the large searchlight, Andrea made her approach, her masked eyes scanning the large, light-producing device. Somewhere on it...there, the on switch so to speak. It was more like a lever, but it was obvious that was the way to turn it on.

Looking over the signal to make sure it was pointing at the sky, Andrea took a deep breath before taking hold of the lever. It was now or never, and during her time as the Phantasm, she found she was the kind of person who didn't hesitate once she had decided on an action.

She pushed down the lever and a beam of light tore through the night.

There was no point in trying to be subtle, or stealthy. Ra's al Ghul did not travel alone, always surrounded by an entourage of his best men. They would be strategically placed throughout the area on constant surveillance. They would know when someone was approaching their master.

So Batman didn't even try. Perched openly on the edge of a building, the vigilante stared down to the streets, specifically at the corner Ra's had instructed him to go to. Standing as promised, Ra's waited patiently, looking as if he belonged, and yet not. It was a dichotomy only he could have perfected.

"You're sure about this?" Zatanna whispered next to him, the magician leaning over the edge next to him. "We're just going to meet up with this guy and step right into a trap?"

"Positive," the dark-clad man grunted back. Though he and the dark-haired woman were out in the open, the same could not be said of Katana and Green Arrow. They were hidden close by, hopefully out of sight of Ra's assassins. They would be their only backup and it was best to keep that a surprise.

"Well then, I'll let you spring this trap first," Zatanna said. "No sense in sticking my neck out."

"Thanks, Zana. Your confidence in me is inspiring."

"You're welcome."

The corner of his mouth twitched up, the only sign of good humor he allowed himself to show. Jumping off the ledge, he activated his cape's glider mode and soared through the air, gliding down to meet his former mentor. The distance between them shrunk rapidly, the ancient man catching sight of him when he was perhaps a hundred feet away.

The older man turned to face him as he continued to close in on him, landing on the ground before the Demon's Head as he released his grip on the his cape, allowing it to fall limply around his body. "You always had a taste for theatricality, Detective," the Eternal Man greeted him. "It serves you well."

"You wanted to show me something," Batman returned, standing up to his full height, which put him at eye level with Ra's.

He nodded. "I believe I told you to bring your magician friend. Is she unable to show?"

As if that were a cue, a cloud of smoke erupted next to the Dark Knight, the smoke quickly dissipating as Zatanna appeared. "Hello, boys," she announced.

Ra's just stared at her for a moment before returning his attention to Batman. "I see she's taken to your brand of dramatic entrances."

Then with a flourish of his cloak, Ra's spun on his heels and began walking down the street, Batman and Zatanna following behind him. "As you know, Detective, I despise the use of blood magic. In the many years I have lived, I have toiled relentlessly to wipe this scourge of humanity off the face of the Earth."

Batman nodded even though Ra's couldn't see him do so. "I'm well aware."

"Since your defection at Nanda Parbat, I have come across an old group of such fools. I have transverse the globe eliminating their sects until I came across a trail that led me right to Gotham." Ra's came to a stop by a doorway, turning around to face his two followers. "The trail led me to here."

Glancing to the doorway, the vigilante quickly noted whatever door had been present had been removed, the broken remains of hinges hanging from the frame. The door had been set aside on the wall of the building. The doorway itself led to a set of stairs that led down to what must be a cellar.

That's when he felt a hand grab onto his arm. Turning his head, he saw an alarmed Zatanna staring at the doorway, her hand seeming to squeeze tighter and tighter. "Something bad happened down there," she nearly whispered.

This apparently met with Ra's approval. "It seems you have aligned yourself with someone suitably sensitive in these matters—excellent. May we proceed?"

Without waiting for further invitation, Batman moved to the doorway, Zatanna trailing behind him as she hung onto his arm. Climbing down the stairs, he soon reached the bottom where he was met with another door. Grabbing the knob, he turned it and shoved the door open.

Considering the pictures he was given, the vigilante had expected to find that scene beyond the door. What he was met with was disappointing. Entering the room, he found it was completely empty. According to the pictures, there should have been a stone altar towards the back of the room, along with a mantle on the far wall that held several totems.

Instead he found the place cleansed. About the only thing that hadn't been was a dark inline of a circle, crudely drawn on the floor. It matched what he had seen in the photos, undoubtedly being the result of blood dripping off the altar and spattering on the ground.

Turning around, Batman found Ra's had followed him and Zatanna into the cellar. "Why did you remove everything?" he demanded.

The Demon's head tilted his head back haughtily. "To ensure it was no longer used by its dark perpetrators. This should come as no surprise to you, Detective."

Though hidden by his cape, the Dark Knight clenched his hand tightly into a fist. In his haste to destroy this desecrated temple, Ra;s had removed any possible clues he could have used to identify these blood mages. That angered him more than anything.

"Did you bring the pictures with you?" Zatanna suddenly spoke then.

Turning his attention to his old friend, Batman quickly pulled out the envelope Ra's had given him. Immediately, Zatanna snatched it from his hand and opened it, pulling out the pictures and starting to rifle through them. Finding one she wanted, she pulled it from the stack and held it up before her, turning her body until she faced its exact location. Her eyes narrowed at this.

"The mantel with the totems was along the back wall, right?" she asked Ra's.

"It was," he answered.

"And the altar was about where that stain is?"

"Correct."

Then, strangely, Zatanna shuddered. She squeezed her eyes shut as if she were fighting something back in her mind. "A lot of people were killed here. I can hear their screams."

There was a hardening of Ra's face. "As I expected," he spoke, though it was clear he was not happy to be right about this.

Then the magician said something surprising. "I've seen this set-up before. And if these totems were indeed the ones found here, I can tell you exactly who."

That got Batman's attention. "Who?"

However, instead of speaking it, Zatanna shook her head. "There are spells still hanging around in here. A couple of them are scrying spells, ones designed to activate when certain words are spoken. Considering who this is, I know I'll activate one of those spells by saying their name, along with the deity they were...worshiping."

"Really?" Ra's responded, clearly interested in her explanation. "How can you determine all of this?"

"Again, I've dealt with them before, so they use a lot of the same spells for security purposes. Plus, each spell has a certain color and feel about them." Her eyes then closed, opening to reveal a brilliant white. They shined for several seconds before fading back to her blues. "I've been scanning for them the moment we started down the stairs."

"Then allow us to leave this desecrated place," Ra's proclaimed before spinning around to begin walking back up the stairs. Seeing as there was nothing else he could do here to be of use, Batman followed the older man, ending up the rear of their group as Zatanna immediately exited the room the first chance she got.

The moment they reached street level, they were facing each other once more. "Tell me everything you know of these people," Ra's ordered the magician.

Zatanna cleared her throat, a nervous gesture. "They change their name all of the time so that they aren't easily tracked. They're Barbatos worshipers and they use shrines like that room to bring him closer to this world."

A scowl appeared on the Demon's Head's face. "Abominable," he seethed. "Those fools have no idea what forces they are conjuring."

Zatanna raised an eyebrow. "I take it you're familiar with Barbatos."

"I am. There was an incident many centuries ago in which a small clan attempted to open a door into this realm for that demon. I am not proud of the fact that I had played a role in it, but I was able to successfully close that door—permanently."

"Oh, really. You were involved. I'm not at all surprised."

Ra's returned the magician's sarcasm with a cool look. "I was manipulated to play the role that I did. It is still one of the few times that I was completely taken in by such a plot. Needless to say, those men did not survive that night.

"More importantly, what do you know of this latest incarnation?"

"I've only ever met low-level conjurers, if that's what you're asking. I do know they have a leader and some accounts indicate he's lived as long as you have. Maybe not the fully seven centuries, but he has a couple under his belt. He's completely devoted to Barbatos, however."

"What do these people call themselves?" Batman then asked.

Zatanna shrugged her shoulders. "Like I said, they change their name. I've heard Miagani before, Blood Mob once or twice. The first time I came across them, they called themselves Bat Worshipers." She paused for a moment as she glanced at the vigilante. "Not worship of you, just so you don't get a big head. Barbatos is usually described as a giant bat...which is kinda like you. Were you taking notes?"

Batman ignored the jab. Apparently this group had a link to Gotham, if one of their names was any indication. The Miagani had been a tribe local to the Gotham area before the various European nations began colonizing the New World. He would need to look into them again since he hadn't heard of them since grade school.

"More importantly," Ra's interjected then, "is whether you can locate these people. They must be stopped before they irrevocably damage this world."

Zatanna looked to the building, contemplating Ra's question. "Suppose I can—does that mean you're going to hunt these people down and kill them?"

"There is no other solution. You yourself felt the horrors that were committed in that room. We must send a message that such rites will not be tolerated. Blood spilled shall end with blood shed."

"No, it won't," Batman growled.

"Then what do you intend to do, Detective?" Ra's retorted. "Will you see these men arrested? That is no solution. They will only continue their horrific deeds until they succeed. There is no imprisonment that will stop them for good."

"And I won't allow you to just kill them. There is always another way."

That was when he felt Zatanna's hand grab his arm again. "Batman, there may be no other way."

Shock overwhelmed the vigilante even as he turned his head to give his long-time friend a look of disbelief. Had Zana suggested what he thought he heard? It couldn't be. Why would she say such a thing?

"Etacol eht doolb segam," she chanted and a blue aura suddenly enveloped her. Part of it wrapped around his arm, but it went no further. Instinctively he wanted to pull away, but something kept him rooted to where he stood. In fact, he stared right into Zatanna's glazed over eyes, the dark-haired woman seeming to stare into a completely different world. "Wohs em lla seiromem."

Seconds turned into minutes, then as sudden as it started, the aura ended, fading away into nothingness. Head jerking towards Ra's, Zatanna said, "These guys left Gotham a few months ago. I can't give you an exact time, but I'm certain it was before Bane. They took a plane to the east, over the Atlantic."

Ra's did not seem to look persuaded by this. "Is that all you can tell me?"

The dark-haired woman tilted her head back haughtily. "The spell I had to perform allowed me to search the memories of this entire area. A lot of people have been in the area, so it took me a bit to focus on the right ones. Not the most exact spell, but it's the best I have on such short notice. I was able to pick up a couple words though: catacombs and France."

"The Paris catacombs," the older man immediately proclaimed. "That is a rather fitting location, I must admit."

"Only for sick-minded people," the magician retorted back. "Now, before we have anymore objections, let me handle this one."

Ra's nodded in response before he turned his attention back to Batman. "Once again, I must commend you on your alliance. Until we meet again."

Before Batman could even speak a word, a cloud of smoke erupted around him and Zatanna. A moment later and they were on a building several blocks away. Whipping his head around, he spotted the street corner, the figure of Ra's al Ghul all but a tiny dot to him.

He then ripped his arm out of Zatanna's grasp. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" he barked at her.

The dark-haired woman looked back at him coolly. "What needed to be done."

"What needed...you just sentenced a bunch of people to death!" he nearly roared. The both of them knew how this story would end, with Ra's slaughtering these blood mages. This wasn't a surprise and yet, Zatanna had offered them up on a silver platter. It went against everything he fucking stood for. "How could you do that?"

"Whoever said I gave Ra's the correct location?"

That gave him pause. "You mean…?"

"That entire spell was just for show for your old buddy there," Zatanna explained. "I've no idea where these guys went, but I had to give him something. At the very least, Ra's may go after these people himself and that's one less threat to Gotham. Sure, it'll only take him a day or two to realize I gave him a bad tip, but I can't think of anything else to get rid of him short of there being a full-pitched fight. We don't have the kind of manpower for that kind of battle and you know better than anyone the resources Ra's has access to."

For once in a long time, Batman felt sheepish. He should've trust the magician to be thinking of such things rather than his initial revulsion. "It seems I wasn't thinking of that," he admitted.

"And that's why you have me around," she replied, smiling at him. "I'm more than just a pretty face."

Reaching up, he place a hand on her shoulder, giving it a squeeze. In response, Zatanna took a step towards him, tilting her head back as she gazed into his eyes.

And then her eyes flickered to a side, which caused her to frown. "What the hell?"

Turning around, Batman soon saw what Zana was looking at. Up in the sky, the symbol of the Bat lit up the clouds. Someone had turned on the signal at the GCPD, but he found himself without a possible suspect in mind. Only Gordon had used it, but he was on the other side of the river.

So who turned it on?

Sarah had been the one to alert him to it and Gordon was full glad that she had.

Up in the sky, he could see it. That bright circle with the symbol of Batman darkening its center. How long had it been since he had last seen it? There was so much nostalgia along with a sense of hope he felt, at least initially. Who had it turned it on, though? Sawyer? Petit? Probably not him, but was it someone else, someone he overlooked at the department?

Or was it a civilian? It wouldn't be the first time someone who wasn't him, or the former Harvey Dent, had turned the signal on in the hopes of calling the city's most famous vigilante.

But why? Why now of all times, after everything from Bane's takedown, the almost mindless violence, and let's not forget the blowing up of all the bridges, was the signal being turned off? Were people becoming so desperate now that they were turning to a symbol of hope that they had long since written off, hoping that he would save them from this hell?

Whatever the reason, the Commissioner couldn't help the smile that was curving his lips. Unlike most, Gordon knew that he was out there, doing his best to bring an end to this nightmare that did not seem to ever end.

So he would see this as a sign, a good one. It was one that would push him to keep moving forward.

Because this would be ending soon.

"The hell is that?" Eiling demanded, his head craned back and his eyes on the light in the sky. The General had never seen anything like it before and he was a man when confronted with something he didn't know tended to get angry.

"I've heard the reports. It's something this city does," Flag stated, showing no sign of alarm, or concern. To him, the circle of light with the bat in the middle of it meant nothing. It was something to roll your eyes at and forget about because it was completely ridiculous.

Both of these men had better things to do than think about something they had no power over.

Fixing the strap that allowed his assault rifle to be carried over his shoulder, the commando finished the last of his preparations for entering the city itself. He'd be going in alone and had no time to think about some night light in the sky. It wasn't the first solo mission he had done, but the status of his squad held some weight over him. Flag needed to put that aside for the moment though, and see this task through.

"I'm not a superstitious man, but I don't like this," the general growled, his eyes still on the lit up bat in the sky.

"We're not here to like anything," Flag retorted. "Let the people over there do what they want; unless it interferes with our mission, it's not our problem."

"Then godspeed, Commander. I don't know why they got you on some wild goose chase when you are better deployed here," Eiling replied, spitting on the ground.

"Orders are orders. As soldiers we follow them. You know that better than anyone," the commando said as he left the command tent.

It hadn't taken long for word of that search light being turned on to reach Petit, but when it had, the SWAT commander was anything but happy about it.

"What moron turned that Goddamn thing on?" the mustached man demanded as he raced up the stairs, heading for the roof. Behind him were several officers, a mix of beat cops, detectives, and SWAT members. Petit lead the way, his gun holstered for the moment because it would be incredibly stupid to trip and either lose the weapon, or have it go off if the safety wasn't on.

He'd take it out and shoot the bastard who decided using that signal was a good idea. Sure, what a way to let everyone know that the department didn't have a handle on the situation. It was undermining their efforts, undermining him, and he was not going to tolerate any insubordination.

Reaching the door that led to the roof, Petit finally unholstered his department-issued firearm and rammed into the metal door shoulder first, angling himself so that he hit the long, horizontal push bar that would open the damn thing.

The damn thing didn't budge and Petit himself crashing into the door instead, followed by his fellow officers running into him barely a second later. It was like something from the Goddamn Keystone Cops, but the commander wasn't laughing.

"The hell! Why the hell's this door locked?!" Petit roared, pushing himself back, along with the officers pressed up behind him, then hitting the push bar once more. Again, the door didn't budge, pissing him off more.

"Who locked the fucking door?!" he yelled once more, wanting an answer now.

"The keys!" someone called out, and the commander heard the sound of keys jingling through the air as they were thrown. Somehow, he was able to catch them with his free hand, not even looking behind himself to gauge their trajectory.

Ramming one key into the lock, he tried to turn it and swore again when it didn't move. He tried a second, then a third key, until he found the right one. Imagine how angry he became when he realized that the door wasn't locked in the first place, but still refused to open. How did that make any sense?! There was no way this could be happening—

"It's fucking jammed!" he realized, yelling his conclusion out loud. "Someone go downstairs and get something that goes boom! We're blowing this thing off the hinges!"

Whatever patience Petit once had, it was safe to say now he had run out. God help whoever was on the other side.

"Huh. Well that's new. Been awhile." Nightwing glanced over at Red Robin before looking up to the sky where the younger vigilante's attention was.

Well, what do you know, it was the Bat Signal. For some reason, that was a sight for sore eyes.

Behind them, the older vigilante could hear Spoiler say, "That's so awesome."

He'd have to agreed, but add some nostalgia in there. There was something to be said about seeing that signal after all this time. He had no idea how much he had missed seeing it. It filled him with a sense of hope, that they were reaching a turning point.

That maybe the end was at hand at long last.

"Somebody's probably going to get fired," Huntress told herself, gazing at the sight of the Bat Signal. Turning away, she got back to the business of trying to hunt down that last assassin. Now wasn't the time to be staring up in the sky like some dumbass.

It didn't stop the smile that formed on her lips though.

The words of his men had reached him and that was what prompted Bane to find out what had put them into such a mood. For some time, he had observed the presence of that search light that he knew was located on the rooftop of the GCPD, how it was turned on at various times and spooking the local criminal elements as a result.

That light had gone dark for months. Why was it now being turned on? What use was there for it when the man for whom it was meant for would never answer it again?

It didn't make sense to him. Even after all this time, the people of this city were still turning to the Batman for aid and succor? Did they still have hope?

Beside him, Zombie stood at his side, remaining silent as the masked man debated in his head the meaning of this latest turn in events. Eventually, the thin, bald man spoke up, "What do you make of this? Is it something we should be concerned about?"

Should he be concerned about it? Worried over a machine whose purpose was to put the fear of Batman into anyone who preyed on the weak citizens of this city? No, no it wasn't. Batman was broken and gone. If this was meant for the second rate wannabe, then it only revealed how desperate this city was becoming.

If only his manpower was still strong enough to really take advantage of it. Ra's al Ghul's persistence in standing in his way was seeing to that. As of late, the demonic man was going quiet, which come mean another offensive was being planned.

Still…

"Why?" he growled. "Why do they turn to him? I broke him, so why?"

"Bane?" Zombie asked, hesitancy in his voice.

The moment of uncertainty passed, and Bane focused himself on more important matters. "This means nothing. We continue as planned. Nothing and no one will stand in my way, not even a desperate act of a desperate people. They'll all learn in time that I'm the leader they need, whether they want it, or not."

Turning on his heel, Bane returned to the inside of his makeshift fortress, the site of his last stand in this city.

Batman didn't like this.

Taking up a position across the street from the GCPD, not to mention one that was on top of a taller building, the vigilante stared at the sight of the signal light, eyeing the darkly-dressed figure standing next to it. A look through his binoculars had shown it to be Andrea in her Phantasm garb.

The whole scene was wrong. Andrea never stood out in the open, not when she was on a kill. Like him, she waited in the shadows and then struck. This...this was new and wrong and...and…

"Why is it we can't go anywhere without an ex of yours showing up?" Zatanna complained. While Batman was crouched at the edge of the building, the magician was standing, arms crossed over her chest with her profile showing. There was a look of disdain on her face as she peered over the ledge.

Upon seeing the signal in the sky, the two had been teleported by one of Zana's spells to their current location. It only made sense to scope out the area. That wasn't including the current status of his relationship with the GCPD.

Was this a trap, or something else entirely?

"Zana, I want you to keep watch here," he said then, never once tearing his eyes away from the dark figure below. "I'll go see what this is all about."

"You do realize Batgirl will kill me if I let you do that," she retorted.

"With this vantage point and your powers, you can stop whatever trap this may be. You can even pull me out at a moment's notice," he countered.

There was a moment's silence before she huffed. "I hate it when you're right."

Taking that as her acceptance, Batman launched himself from the building, activating the glider mode of his cape as he soared down to the roof of the GCPD. He ended up landing right next to the signal, though out of Andrea's sight. It helped that she was looking out into the city, though she did chance a couple glances to the roof access.

Striding around the skylight, Batman stood next to it and watched his former flame for a moment, waiting for her to finally look in his direction. The moment she did, she froze, staring at him intently. "You came," she greeted in that deep, altered voice of hers.

"What do you want?" he growled back.

For a moment, she just stared at him before she straightened out her posture, her shoulders rolling back to hold herself stiffly. "You're familiar with Dr. Jonathan Crane, are you not?"

Batman resisted the urge to narrow his eyes, keeping his face a blank mask. He didn't find it surprising at all that Andrea knew of the man considering he had developed the fear toxin she used in her smoke. "We've met."

"Then you know he's been active in Gotham since the Arkham outbreak, albeit while keeping a low profile." He had suspected as much since the man hadn't made a nuisance of himself like some of the more high-profile escapees, like the Joker or Strange. "And now he's about to poison the city."

This time he did scowl. "How did you find out about this?"

There was a moment of silence before she answered him. "I commissioned Crane to develop more fear toxin while you were gone. He ended up making more than just the toxin; he made different strains of it, including a liquid version for injections. I ignored all of this until earlier this night. He's mass produced enough fear toxin to poison the Gotham Reservoir."

Batman's eyes widened. The reservoir had a direct connection to the city's water supply. If Crane released all of his toxin, the entire city would tear itself apart from fear. Immediately, he activated his comm link and barked, "Batman to all points: get to the Gotham Reservoir as soon as possible."

He didn't even bother waiting for a response. There would be time to brief the Network while in route. "Zana," he then spoke, though his tone was softer. "I want you to coordinate with everyone there. There's something I have to finish up here."

He got an immediate response. "You sure about this?"

"Positive. Go."

The vigilante then returned his attention to Andrea. "Why are you telling me this?" he had to ask.

Again, she hesitated. Because of this, he could hear banging sounds coming from the roof access. Undoubtedly, the police were trying to find out who had activated the spotlight. Andrea must have done something to the door to ensure they would have time to talk.

"You asked me once when this would all end. I didn't have an answer for you then; I do now. Crane has to be stopped and I can't do that without killing him." Hesitantly, she then raised a hand up and grabbed onto her mask, pulling it off. The hood of her cloak fell behind her head as her long hair flowed out of it. There was a look of pure regret on her face, her eyes beginning to water. "I never thought Crane would go this far when I hired him. Part of me should have realized it the moment he began finding reasons for me to stay. I...I'm trying to stop and this is the only way I know how."

This time it was Batman's turn to be silent. It seemed there was something left of the Andrea he once knew. It was just a small piece, but it was buried beneath the anger and anguish. He gave her a sharp nod in response before he pulled out his grapple and fire it towards the building he had used to spy on her from.

Before he left, though, he then said to her, "Thank you, Andy." And then he hit the retraction button and shot up through the air.