Life went on, but Anna stayed the same. After a while, her wounds were completely healed. But she still didn't wake up. Dragaunus created dinosaurs, yet Anna slept. Nosedive went to visit, but she never bat an eye. Jason got out of his cast, and she still did not stir. Dr. Droid returned, yet Anna again slept. Mondo man rose and fell… she never blinked. Nosedive and Grin had to pretend to be gangsters to free the guys from prison; Anna remained asleep. She was in a coma for nearly four months, and every day she was in that coma, Duke would visit her. He would sit in the chair next to her and tell her everything that was happening. He told her about the kid that had a crush on Mallory, how Nosedive had become the father of a fluffy little alien. He told her about the time they got zapped off-world to play hockey for their lives. One day he sat down and told her how it had snowed in Anaheim.

"You should have seen it, Anna. It was just like Puckworld!" he felt himself get excited as he held her hand. "Nosedive actually came through with that Zamboni of his, more or less." He smirked. She remained unmoving, and he sighed out. He glanced at the door to see Wildwing standing there. He looked surprised at first, but then looked back down at Anna.

"the nurse says she's showing progress."

"Well then why doesn't she wake up? Why doesn't she… open her eyes?" Duke asked, tears forming in his own. He looked away from Wildwing, sighing out.

Wildwing walked forward, sitting next to Duke. He put his hand on Duke's shoulder.

"She will. She's stronger than this. She'll pull through." Wildwing promised. He then looked at Anna, "she has to."

Am I dead or is this one of those dreams? Those horrible dreams that seem like they last forever. If I am alive, why? Why? If there's a god or whatever. Something, somewhere. Why have I been abandoned by everyone and everything I've ever known. I've ever loved. Stranded. What is the lesson? What is the point? God give me a sign, or I have to give up. I can't do this anymore. Please just let me die. Being alive hurts too much.

Anna shot awake, gasping for breath. She looked around rapidly. The room was dark, but it was familiar. She rubbed her head, swinging her legs out from beneath the covers.

She walked out into the hall. She went slowly, scared. The house… it was her house. The one she had grown up in. The one that was destroyed when Dragaunus attacked the planet. She smelled familiarity and realized it was the scent of her mother's cookies.

She descended the stairs, stepping into the hall that separated the kitchen from the living room. There was a soft glow.

"Hey, kid." She stopped in her tracks, her eyes going wide.

"Dad?" she asked before rounding the corner. Her dad sat at the table like he always had. He was reading the paper, sipping on a glass of water while her mom hovered over the stove.

She walked in, finding the cookies sitting on the counter, the source of the smell that reminded her of… this. Exactly what she was experiencing.

"Ah ah! Not until you have some dinner." She heard her mom's voice as she turned around and put plates of dinner on the table. Anna was overwhelmed. She rushed forward and wrapped her arms around Chloe. Chloe looked surprised for a second before hugging Anna back.

Then Anna hopped from her mom to her dad.

"What's wrong, honey?" Chloe asked.

"Nothing. I've just really missed you guys." She said, smiling as tears filled her eyes.

"Honey, we've been here this whole time." Pochard tried, wiping the tears from his daughter's face. Anna sighed, sitting down next to her dad.

"Where's Canard?" she asked, looking at the empty seat.

"Oh, he's not here yet," Chloe said with a matter of fact tone. Anna cocked her head at this. Canard was never late for dinner. In fact, most nights he beat her to the table. This didn't feel right.

She shook her head, digging into the meal. It smelled delicious, but at the end of it all, she still felt as if she hadn't eaten.

"Anna, what's wrong? You look uncomfortable." Chloe tried after clearing the table.

"This is wrong," Anna said, standing up.

"Anna?" Pochard asked.

"This is all wrong. Canard is missing. You both are dead. This house was destroyed." She backed away, "who are you?"

Chloe shared a worried look with Pochard.

"Anna, I'm worried about you." Chloe tried.

"So am I. We're your parents, kiddo," Pochard added. Anna cocked her head. That was right. Her dad had called her kiddo. It's where Canard had picked it up from. But it still was all wrong. She loved it. She loved that they were alive, but inside she knew it was wrong. It wasn't adding up. She tried retracing her steps.

"No, no. You're my parents, but you're both dead. After the house was destroyed, I found Canard at the army base. I joined the army. I fought against Dragaunus' forces. We chased him to Earth. I'm supposed to be on Earth."

"Where's… Earth?" Pochard asked.

"It's… in a different dimension. Canard got separated from our group. Um…" Anna's head hurt as she tried to remember. Memories clouded her mind, and suddenly, she was in the alleyway her father had died in. She saw her younger self sprawled out on the ground next to his body, bawling. Tears entered her eyes as she felt the grief of that night, as heavy as it was then.

Next, she was standing in a parking lot.

"Trent?" she asked, turning around and seeing the duck. She turned back to see Falcone, laying on the ground. She watched Duke jump on him as a shot rang out. Anna suddenly felt a pain in her shoulder, so real. Nearly as real as the night it had happened.

Before she knew it, the world swirled around her, and then she was standing in the destruction of her home and feeling the pain of losing her mother again, feeling the pain in her ankle. She saw Duke, rushing around looking for her.

Duke.

She tried to focus on him, but before she knew it, she lost him again as suddenly she found herself standing in Dragaunus' headquarters. She looked over and saw herself lying in a puddle of blood, trying desperately to cut the bonds that held her there. She could feel the pain of the torture she had endured. The pain of knowing she had lost her unborn child this day. She heard footsteps and looked over to see Canard and Duke rushing over, Grin not too far behind them.

She watched as Duke and Canard both put their arms around her, helping her up. She was so weak then, she could barely remember this happening.

"Okay, what was that?" Duke asked, leaning back in the chair looking at Anna skeptically.

"What?" Wildwing asked.

"Her eyes flickered open for half a second. I swear, I barely saw it, but it happened."

"Duke, I-" Duke heard the pity in Wing's voice and cut him off.

"I know I've been sitting here for four months, but I swear I saw it!" he tried, leaning forward. He grabbed Anna's hand in his.

"Anna?"

Anna heard Duke's voice in her head.

"Duke! Duke, where are you!" she screamed as colors circled her. Before she knew it, she was standing in the aerowing, watching her brother fall into dimensional limbo.

The pain, emotional and physical surrounded her. She couldn't take it. She squatted down, her head in her hands as she let out a scream.

"You heard that too, right?" Duke asked, grabbing Wildwing's shoulder. Wildwing leaned forward. He had definitely heard her whimper just now.

A sense of calm surrounded Anna. She glanced up through the tears. She was still in pain, but she saw Duke, his arms around her.

"He sacrificed himself, to save us."

She had never taken the time to remember this. She had tried to block it out. Had Duke been there, this whole time? Every time her world was falling around her, he was always there to pull her back up. Colors circled her again and she felt like she might be sick.

She was then standing in the club. She looked over and saw Oliver with the gun.

"No." she whispered, knowing what was going to happen. She now remembered exactly what had happened.

And then she saw herself falling. She saw Wildwing placing pressure on her chest as Duke ran out of the club after Mallory. She didn't think she'd ever seen him this mad. When he came back, she watched as everyone around them grieved.

"Anna." She turned to see her parents standing there as the scene played out behind them.

"Am I dead?" she asked. Both of her parents looked guilty. "or is this one of those dreams? Those horrible dreams that feel like they last forever?"

"No." her dad responded.

"Then I must be alive? Why?" she narrowed her eyes, "What is the lesson? What is the point?"

"Anna, we will always love you, sweetie." Chloe said, "we'll always be with you. But you have to make the choice now."

Anna felt it. She moved toward her mom and dad, and then she heard the long beep.

Duke shot up from his chair, hitting the call light.

"No, no. Anna, not now! You've lasted four months on life support, and you're going to give up now?" he snapped, leaning forward. He grabbed her hand tight in both of his.

"Anna, please. No. I can't lose you like this. Not like this." He rocked back and forth, resting his forehead on her hand.

She paused, turning back to look at the scene. Her body was on a stretcher, and Duke was frantically chasing after her.

"No, no! Anna!" she heard his pleas, and she watched him brush the hair out of her face. It was surreal, watching it all happen from a distance. "Anna, please! Please come back! I love you."

Anna's eyes went wide as she started walking back toward the scene.

"Anna?" She looked back at her dad's voice. He held his hand out. It was so tempting. She had missed her parents so much and longed to be with them again. But not now.

"I'm sorry, daddy. I love you guys, but…" she looked back at Duke. He was distraught as her body was carried out on the stretcher, "he's my future." She smiled to herself. "He needs me."

Chloe smiled at this as she took Pochard's hand. He smiled as well, looking back at his daughter. They said nothing more as a glowing golden light encircled around them. In a flash, they were gone. Anna found herself running towards the door of the club. She watched the ambulance drive away.

"Duke." For whatever reason, the memory was dissolving, but Duke had heard her voice. Now, it was no longer a memory. He turned towards her as the rest of the scene faded away. He looked surprised to see her but said nothing as she rushed to him, jumping into his arms. He caught her and before she knew it, her beak was pressed to his. Her eyes closed as his arms wrapped around her. At that moment, she knew it was where she belonged.

"She's coming back!" the doctor exclaimed. Duke and Wildwing were pacing in the corner.

"Anna, can you hear me?" the doctor asked.

"Duke?"

Duke's head perked up and he turned to look at the bed. The doctor had turned around to look back at him, as had the other two nurses who were in the room. When the medical staff had moved, it enabled him to lock eyes with Anna. Her eyes were open, and she was looking right at him.