Chapter Eight: Dark is the Night
The swish of the supple leather shifting as she moved was strangely satisfying. The catsuit and cowl she wore, on loan from Selina, helped her slink through the shadows, but she couldn't help but feel a little silly running around in a costume. She was a Luthor, after all. Still, there was something incredibly sexy about wearing tight leather.
I want to wear this for you, Kara. I want to crawl into your lap and show you how devoted I am. Where are you? Stop Lena! Think about something else. Anything else. Leather. Claws. Cat. Breaking and entering. Jesus, what am I doing? I'm going to jail.
Lena did her best to concentrate on small, inconsequential things to get her through the crippling pain she felt knowing her Kara was missing. She stared off into the night, distracted by her wanting. She looked up at the moon, desperate for any connection to Kara.
"I wonder if my Supergirl can see the moon right now," Lena whispered.
Cat sat perched, wrapped in her own tight leather outfit, and licked the back of her hand. She stared down at the street, fixated. She was the huntress.
"I'm sure she can, kitten. Just stay strong and we will find her. Are you okay?"
"No. I'm terrified."
"Are you nervous about the break-in?"
Lena shook her head and stared down at the street.
"What if she wasn't just kidnapped? What if she was…," Lena asked before she stopped herself abruptly. "I can't say it."
She stared down into the street and bit her lip.
Don't start crying now. You're about to commit a felony, or is it a misdemeanor? Jeez. I don't know. Stay cool.
"Don't let those terrible thoughts creep into your mind. That imposter has something to do with all of this. If we ever cross paths, I'll claw her eyes out."
Lena smiled.
"Thanks, Cat."
"For what?"
"For being here, for loaning me this dominatrix outfit, but most of all, for having my back. You've been my rock."
"Always, kitten. Always."
Lena looked down and saw the imposter walking out of Kara's apartment building with Dey. They kissed, went their separate ways, and disappeared into the night.
Thank God my Kara isn't with William Fucking Dey. Just the thought makes me cringe.
"Look, there she is. I'll text the others that Dey is on the move," Lena said. "I hope they just monitor him until we get there. I don't want to have a corpse on my hands. You don't think they'll try anything with him, do you?"
"That is why you're the best of us. We don't mind leaving corpses," Cat said, checking the sharpness of her claws. "But I'm sure they will just watch him until we arrive."
"Why am I not convinced?"
Cat stood and stretched her body to limber up. She was tall, thin, and had almost contortionist like flexibility. Lena watched her as she stretched and grinned just a little.
"See what you're missing, my purrrfect little cat burglar? You have no idea how far I can bend."
Lena had to stifle her laughter to protect their cover. She sent the text and slipped the phone into the hidden pocket of her pants.
"Selina."
Cat moved closer to Lena and smiled. Outfit or no outfit, it was clear Lena was talking to the real woman under the mask when she used her actual name.
"Yeah, sweetie?"
"I'm bringing you with me because I trust you. There is no conceivable way I can take you into Supergirl's apartment without you seeing what her actual identity is. I swore to protect her secret at all costs, but this situation calls for some flexibility. Please tell me if you won't be able to keep her secret and I will go alone."
"You and I share a similar burden, Lena. I know Batman's true identity. I know what is like to keep such a monumental secret. I swear to you I will help you get into her apartment and stand guard. I will do nothing to seek information about her identity, and if I learn anything, I will carry the secret to my grave. I know how important she is to you."
Lena wrapped her arms around Selina's neck and kissed her cheek.
Selina smiled and pressed her arms around Lena tight.
"Can you imagine if Crane saw us like this?" Lena asked with a chuckle. "Two leather-clad cats sharing a tender moment."
"His poor heart wouldn't be able to take it. Did you see his face when you modeled your catsuit? I'm sure he stopped breathing for a minute. Harley and Ivy were looking at you like a porkchop."
"I could get used to this look."
Lena straightened her cowl and did a stretch of her own.
"Wait until your Super sees you. She will bow down at your feet. Speaking of your Super, we should see what we can find in her apartment before the imposter returns. Follow me, step where I step, and remember to breathe. You will be great, kitten."
"Meow," Lena said in a deep raspy voice.
"Christ, Lena. You don't make it easy to be just friends."
Lena gave Selina a wink, and they headed for the edge of the roof. Lena watched as Cat slinked her way over the edge and dropped expertly to the thin ledge below. Lena took a deep breath and followed Cat, determined to bring her Kara home. She would do anything to hold Kara in her arms once more.
I'm coming, Kara. I will find you.
The sound of Dey's feet scraping along the ground as Crane dragged him into the warehouse was jarring, but there was no one else around for miles to hear the eerie sound. It had taken very little to subdue William Fucking Dey. Blood trickled from his hairline and down his temple where Harley hit him with her mallet. His eye was black, and his lip was bleeding and swollen.
Harley tied Dey to a drum filled with toxic waste, and Ivy was happy to call to her sister vines from outside to add more secure restraints.
Crane adjusted his hood. He was Scarecrow now.
"Are you sure this is a good idea? Lena asked us to follow him, not torture the guy," Ivy said. Her vines shook and jutted out towards Dey aggressively. "I need to stay calm. Too much excitement makes me unpredictable."
"We are doing what Lena is too good to do. That poor kid needs quick answers and we're gonna help her get them. She calls the guy 'William Fucking Dey'. I highly doubt there is any love lost between them. Time to wake up Willy! How about I hit him in the head again?" Harley said licking her lips.
"No, darling. Your mallet is why he is sleeping so soundly and may not remember his name when he awakens. Maybe Mr. Scarecrow can provide some help," Ivy said with a smile.
Crane stepped forward and pulled a handful of powder from his pocket.
"Stand back, ladies. You do not want to get caught in the crossfire."
Ivy and Harley moved to a safe distance.
Crane blew the tiniest amount of powder forward and it landed on Dey's face. Within a matter of seconds, Dey's eyes opened, and he howled in terror. He fought against his restraints and cringed at the sight of Scarecrow's terrifying visage.
"Where the hell am I? What the hell are you? What is this? Let me go?"
Harley chuckled and swung her mallet in the air.
"Not so tough are you, William Fucking Dey?"
Dey looked at Harley and whimpered.
"What is this weak little man seeing?" Ivy asked Crane.
"His worst fear. I only used a little, which means he's a big coward."
"What a wuss," Harley chortled.
"I don't know. If I saw Harley coming at me with her mallet, I would probably scream in terror too," Crane said.
"Aww shucks. Thanks Doc!"
"What the hell do you want from me?" Dey demanded.
Crane stepped forward and moved his face uncomfortably close to Dey. The scratchy burlap rubbed against Dey's blood face.
"Simple. We know the Supergirl that is flying around National City is an imposter. You're dating her. What do you know?"
"What are you talking about?" Dey said. "That's nonsense."
"That woman is an imposter. You're gonna tell us what you know or I'm gonna crack your head in half like an egg. Mr. J taught me some highly effective techniques for extracting the truth from scaredy cats like you. I promise it won't be pretty. Right, Mr. Crow?" Harley turned to Crane and beamed.
Crane nodded his hooded head and rubbed his hands together.
Ivy stepped forward. She hissed and suddenly her sister vines wrapped themselves around Dey tighter. One slipped around his neck and squeezed.
"Let me put this to you in a way that you'll understand. First, we are going to have Harley here hit you. I don't know if you can see the joy in her eyes, but she is looking forward to introducing her mallet to your testicles. After that, my friend Mr. Crow here will use a lot more of that powder on you. You won't know what hit you. If you still refuse to talk, I can secrete a truth serum of sorts that is effective and excruciatingly painful. All we want to know is where the real Supergirl is."
Dey's face went white.
"I have literally NO idea what you are all going on about. I am dating Kara Danvers and she is the same Kara Danvers she has been since we met. What do you want me to tell you? I'll tell you anything!"
Crane, Ivy, and Harley stepped back and huddled up for a hushed conference.
"This isn't working," Ivy said. "Do you think he's telling the truth? Who is this Kara Danvers?"
"It seems like he is telling the truth. His fear is genuine. That much I can tell," Crane said. "Kara Danvers may be Supergirl's alter ego."
"Some boyfriend! Nice job giving away her identity." Ivy turned to Crane and Harley. "Maybe the two of you can use a more psychological approach," Ivy said.
"I've got it!"
Harley giggled, turned around without another word, and slammed the business end of her mallet between Dey's legs.
He let out a blood-curdling scream and threw up on himself.
"TALK OR THAT WILL BE THE LEAST OF YOUR WORRIES!" Harley shrieked and immediately slipped into a hyena-like cackle.
Dey went slack in his seat and his face turned ghostly white.
Crane grabbed a large handful of fear powder and blew it into Dey's face.
Ivy stepped forward and lifted her vines.
"I'm done waiting. Lena needs this answer. I think it's time to torture Mr. William Fucking Dey until he gives us everything."
Ivy injected her truth serum into Dey's neck, and he cowered in horror at the sight of everyone and everything. Harley punched him in the face as hard as she could and hit him with the mallet one more time. He pissed himself and whimpered.
"Hopefully, Lena isn't too cross with us when she sees how we've tenderized this lousy, no good, liar, but shucks, he's just so fun to abuse," Harley said with a big grin.
"Somehow I think she is going to be just fine if we can get an answer," Ivy said with a sinister smile. "It's only a matter of time."
The lights were all off when they slipped through the window. Lena knew how to navigate the apartment with her eyes closed. As promised, Cat stayed near the window, standing guard.
Lena turned on the lamp and quickly made her way around the apartment, looking for any evidence that could shed some light on the truth.
She searched the kitchen and flipped through Kara's mail and papers. She checked everything, but nothing seemed out of place. She checked under the couch for the journal, but it was missing. She didn't see it anywhere.
"Do you see anything?" Cat asked.
"No. Anyone who didn't know Kara well would think everything was completely normal. Her refrigerator is still empty and there are loads of telltale signs that this imposter is not her and doesn't know her well enough to fool me."
"We should go before she comes back."
"Just give me one second. I need to do something."
"Okay," Cat whispered.
Lena walked to where Kara's clothes were hanging and flipped through them. She ran her hand along each item, taking in the feel of the soft cotton. She pressed her fingertips to the shoulders as though Kara were standing before her. She searched and then she found it. She doubted the imposter would notice it was missing. Resting at the end of the clothing rack was the red sweater with black stripes that Lena loved on Kara so much.
When I close my eyes and picture you, I always see you wearing this sweater. It was one of the most important moments of my life. That day you held me; I knew I would love no one as much as I love you.
Lena bit her lip again. Fighting back her tears was becoming a full-time job.
She removed the sweater from the hanger and pressed it to her face. She inhaled deeply and teared up.
It smells like you. My dear, sweet, warm Kara.
"It's time to go, Lena," Cat whispered.
Lena nodded to Cat.
Suddenly she turned to Lena with a panicked look on her face.
"Superman. It's Superman. He is flying this way."
"Go. Climb back up to the roof right now. I'll meet you back at my apartment."
"What about you?"
"I'll be okay. Just go."
Cat jumped out the window and slinked back up the side of the building.
Lena pulled off the cowl and claws and laid them on the table. Superman flew through the window and landed on the window ledge. He walked inside and stiffened when he saw Lena.
"What are you doing here, Lena? Where's Kara? Why are you dressed like that?"
"Listen, we have little time, so I'll cut to the chase. I know you hate Luthors, but I love Kara with all my heart. I don't just love her. I'm madly, completely, head over heels in love with her. She's been acting very strange. Stranger than I ever could have imagined. She's been cruel, and she has been doing and saying things that make no sense at all. I broke into her apartment to see if I could find any clues because I believe the woman who is saying she is Kara Danvers is really an imposter. I know you have no reason to believe me, but I swear this is not what it looks like."
Superman looked at Lena's hand and smiled.
"It looks like you missed my cousin and wanted a keepsake. It looks like you're a woman who loves her very much."
Lena felt heat spread across her cheeks.
"Well, you caught me there," Lena said.
She smiled and dropped her head coyly.
Superman approached Lena and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"I believe you, Lena. That's why I'm here. Something didn't feel right when I talked to her. You have only confirmed my suspicions."
"I'm so glad. I haven't tried to tell Sam or Alex because I have no idea whether they will believe me."
"Is it true you've been running with the bad girls from Gotham?" Superman asked with his signature grin.
"Your cousin really did a number on me… well, not your cousin. Jeez, I don't know. I have been spending time with Cat, Ivy, and Harley. Things went south with Kara so fast. We were on our way to reconciling and I was going to tell her how I feel and then she just kicked me out of her life and wanted nothing to do with me. She said the cruelest things. We know Kara. She's not cruel."
"She isn't. Far from it. When I spoke to her, she was very dismissive. She didn't ask about my family; she didn't seem to care about me or Metropolis. She was cold and hard. I knew there had to be something going on. The last time we spoke, she was almost giddy that the two of you had reconciled and were going to get together to take down Lex. I can't believe she would ever be cruel to you. She loves you so much."
Lena did her best to hold back her tears. She couldn't explain why, but hearing how much Kara loved her from Superman himself was the validation she needed to keep herself together.
"I'm so happy to hear you say that. After the way, the imposter treated me, I started worrying that my feelings for Kara were one-sided and then I found a letter from her. Her journal was shoved under the couch and there was a letter addressed to me inside. The envelope was sealed so I'm sure the imposter didn't read it. The letter was the most beautiful thing I have ever read. It was so quintessentially Kara. She confessed everything. She told me she was in love with me and she wanted us to be together. I knew at that moment that the woman passing herself off as Kara Danvers is nothing but a poor copy of our Kara."
"Do you have any idea who the imposter is?"
"No idea. Cat, Harley, Ivy and Crane have been helping me. They were staking out Kara's new boyfriend, William Dey."
"Is it just me or is that guy a bit of a prick?" Superman asked with a grin.
Lena chuckled.
"Superman! I'm shocked. Usually you're so mild-mannered. I agree with you completely. He is such a prick! He thinks he is God's gift to women, but he is just a suntanned buffoon."
Superman laughed.
"Don't hold back, Lena. Tell me how you really feel."
They both shared a chuckle, but Lena knew she would be back at any moment.
"We should probably get out of here before she returns. I think she already knows I'm on to her, but I am trying to stay under the radar while we investigate."
"So, the girls from Gotham City are helping you find the real Supergirl? And you call this outfit 'under the radar'?"
Lena laughed and rested a hand on Superman's shoulder.
"They are. I know they have a terrible reputation, but I assure you they are good people with good hearts."
"How did you meet?"
"Please don't make me answer that."
Lena blushed and dropped her head.
Superman smiled.
"Now you have to tell me."
"I was in Gotham City meeting with Bruce Wayne on business and I was feeling so low I could barely function. I saw an ad in the newspaper for a support group for people who had fallen in love with superheroes or supervillains and had their hearts broken. It seemed absolutely absurd, but I was really at my breaking point."
Superman laughed and sat down on the couch.
"I'm sorry. I'm just having a hard time picturing a woman dressed like a cat, a plant woman, a rainbow psychopath, and a Luthor gathered together to share their feelings. I'm glad you found a group. Does it help? Do they help?"
"They do help, but the thing that really brought me back to life was figuring out that the Kara who was ruthless wasn't our Kara. Suddenly I felt like I could breathe again. I just wish I knew where she was and if she's okay."
"You know Kara is the strongest person on this planet. She is smart, brave, and I know she will do everything in her power to find her way back to you."
"I love her so much, Superman."
"I know, Lena. We are going to bring Kara home."
"Thank you for believing me. I'm not so sure I would have had the same luck with Alex."
"She's a hard nut to crack, but she'll come around. We just need to explain things to her."
"The funny thing is, she's in Metropolis right now with Sam Arias. They confessed their feelings to each other and have been catching up on lost time. I know Alex would have noticed the inconsistencies if she was around."
"Why don't I talk to Alex? She knows me and trusts me. If I explain things clearly, she will help. Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course."
"What specifically gave her away? How did you know?"
"I'm ashamed to admit that it took me some time. We went through so much turmoil, I almost expected her to hate me. When the imposter was saying hurtful things, I was so busy thinking about everything I did wrong and how I deserved her anger that I didn't see clearly that Kara would never treat me that way. She would never attack me. She would never kick me out of her life forever."
"That definitely doesn't sound like Kara."
"When I came to see her, there were all these little signs that told me she wasn't really our Kara. She was drinking hot tea, reading 'The Great Gatsby', she wasn't using a throw, and her refrigerator was practically empty."
Superman rubbed Lena's shoulder and smiled.
"You're right. That all sounds very wrong, especially the empty refrigerator. Her appetite is ferocious. My cousin is lucky to have a friend who knows her so well."
"When you love someone with all your heart, you want to know everything about them. Even when we were fighting, I wanted to know her."
"I'll fly to Metropolis immediately and find Alex. I'll explain everything to her and see if she and Sam will join the team. We have to find the real Kara."
"I hope Alex believes me."
"Oh, don't worry. She will."
"Thanks, Superman. I really appreciate your help. Alex has my number. Have her call me if you can sway her."
Superman headed for the open window.
"Be safe, Lena, and no more breaking and entering. Okay?"
"Deal," Lena said with a wink.
"Cold Is the Night," by the Oh Hellos.
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Left alone in Kara's apartment, her longing overwhelmed her. She sat on the end of Kara's bed and rubbed her hand over the bedspread. She buried her face in Kara's sweater and wept uncontrollably. She wasn't sure how much time had passed. She just sat there and released all the pain and longing in her heart. She knew she needed to leave, but she felt connected to Kara when she was in her apartment. Things didn't feel so hopeless when she could feel her all around.
She laid back on the bed, rolled over and sobbed. Holding Kara's sweater to her face and inhaling deeply, she thought about the moment she and Kara shared on her couch after Jack died. She thought of the first moment they met and the butterflies that rumbled through her stomach when she saw Kara's smile. Those butterflies never went away. Every time she saw Kara was like the first time.
"Where are you, Kara? I miss you so much I can barely breathe."
Suddenly, she heard a noise. She turned over and looked around the apartment, but she didn't see anyone.
"Time to go," she whispered to herself.
She held onto Kara's sweater and pressed it to her cheek once more. She knew in her heart that her Kara wouldn't begrudge her anything that would bring her comfort. Lena turned off the light and headed to the window to make her escape.
"Hello, Lena," a voice said behind her.
Before Lena could turn around, she felt a sharp searing pain in the back of her head, and everything went black.
Tears flowed from Dey's eyes and his lip quivered as he fought the effects of Ivy's truth serum. He mumbled nonsensically at first, and then the words flowed. Ivy's serum forced each word from his mouth by force. His brow furrowed and his jaw clenched as he fought against his restraints in vain.
"Я солдат. Я спал, но теперь проснулся. Красная Дочь заняла свое законное место в Нэшнл Сити. Чтобы причинить боль Лексу Лютору, Лина Лютор должна умереть. Грядет расплата."
Crane, Harley, and Ivy all looked at each other confused.
"Do either of you know Russian? At least I think that's what he is speaking," Crane said.
Ivy and Harley both shook their heads.
Crane pulled out his phone.
"Here. Get him to say it again and I'll open a translation app. It won't be perfect, but it may give us enough."
Crane opened the app and held the phone up to Dey's face.
"Say it again!" Harley said.
Dey shook his head and whimpered.
"Looks like the punk is gonna need some more convincing," Harley said with a grin.
Ivy's vines jutted forward and wrapped around his chair. She pulled him closer.
Crane pulled out another handful of fear powder, and Dey cringed and cowered.
"SAY IT AGAIN," Crane yelled.
Harley grabbed Crane's shoulder and smiled.
"Holy hell, doc, you're terrifying when you want to be."
"Thank you," Crane said with a thumbs up.
Dey gave in and mumbled in Russian once more.
"Я солдат. Я спал, но теперь проснулся. Красная Дочь заняла свое законное место в Нэшнл Сити. Чтобы причинить боль Лексу Лютору, Лина Лютор должна умереть. Грядет расплата."
Crane held the phone closer and watched as the translation app processed the words.
"Oh, God," Crane said, horrified.
"What is it?" Ivy asked.
"Read this."
Crane held the phone up for Ivy to read. Her face dropped, and she shook her head in disbelief.
Pain, darkness, the taste of blood.
Immobile, restrained, terrified, and shaken, Lena couldn't help but wonder if this was the end. She closed her eyes, and she could see Kara. She imagined they were locked in a warm embrace and kissed passionately. Her smile, her warm blue eyes, and the feel of her arms wrapped tightly around her were Lena's comfort now. Whoever had taken her could take her freedom, her security, even her life, but they couldn't take away her dream of Kara. They couldn't take away her home.
Ivy read the translation aloud.
YA soldat. YA spal, no teper' ya prosnulsya. Krasnaya Doch' zanyala svoye zakonnoye mesto v Neshnl-Siti. Chtoby prichinit' bol' Leksu Lyutoru, Lena Lyutor dolzhna umeret'. Priblizhayetsya rasplata.
"It says 'I'm a soldier. I was asleep, but now I'm awake. Red Daughter has taken her rightful place in National City. To hurt Lex Luthor, Lena Luthor must die. Reckoning is coming.' Who the hell is Red Daughter?" Ivy asked.
They were all startled when Crane's phone rang.
Ivy picked up the call on speakerphone.
"Crane, where are you three?"
"We are extracting information from Dey," Crane said.
"Lena asked you to watch him, not torture him. She was afraid you were going to take matters into your own hands."
"I know, but we have something. It could be a genuine lead, but you need to protect Lena with your life. It sounds like she is in grave danger."
"What? What do you mean? I'm not with her."
"Why not?"
"Superman showed up at Supergirl's apartment. Lena had me leave and said she would be right behind me."
"You need to go back and find her," Ivy said. "I'm worried."
"I'll go right now. What's the lead?" Cat asked.
"It turns out Dey isn't just some overly tanned Brit. He's a Russian sleeper agent. Have you ever heard of someone named 'Red Daughter?" Ivy asked.
"No. Should I know the name?"
"No, but I think she might be the woman who is masquerading as Supergirl. Dey mentioned Lex Luthor, and that they intended to kill Lena."
"Shit. I'll go now. I don't know why I left," Cat said without a hint of her playful character's rolling Rs or meows.
Ivy's vines vibrated and wrapped themselves around her. They only did that when Ivy was truly scared, and she wasn't afraid of much.
"Let's meet back at Lena's place. I'm going to wipe Dey's mind with my serum and we will drop him off in front of his building. We need to find Lena now."
"I'm on it," Cat said.
Ivy disconnected the call. The three villains stood in front of a broken, bleeding, vomit covered William Dey and got to work wiping his memory.
"It's Okay", by Tom Rosenthal
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Lena awoke to a dizzying pain in her head. She was cold, wet, and discombobulated. There was no illumination in the room except a dim light bulb that hung bare from the ceiling. The corners of the cell were bathed in eerie shadow. She moved her arms and legs. Freed of her restraints, she stretched and rubbed her arms, seeking warmth. She felt around on the ground and found Kara's sweater lying next to her. She pulled it to her heart and squeezed.
She blinked her eyes until the room came into focus. Still feeling weak and delirious, Lena didn't dare stand. She surveyed her surroundings. Cold, rusty metal, a thick door with a sophisticated locking system. No windows, no comforts. She knew this was a prison. The surrounding floor was wet. She slid her body over to a dry spot. Leaks from the ceiling rained down rusty water. The cell had a strange feel. It was at the same time both incredibly old and very modern. The rusted metal felt aged and made her mouth taste like pennies but there were cameras, a keypad near the door and what looked like a one-way drawer in the wall, presumably for food and water or at least she hoped that was its purpose.
The dim light made it difficult to see much detail. She could just make out a small metal cot and a strange lump laying on top. She didn't dare hope it could be her Kara, but she had to check. She crawled over to the corner, fighting the wave of nausea that overcame her with each move. She slowly extended a hand to the figure she now made out as a person wrapped in a cheap blanket and gently touched her fingers to the scratchy material.
"Hello," Lena whispered, as her fingers made contact. Suddenly the figure turned around, leaped up, and threw the blanket off. Lena stood up and moved back, unsure of who or what was going to emerge from the blanket. Lena's heart warmed over when she saw Kara's blue eyes staring back at her. Her heart sank when she saw the look on Kara's face. Her brows were sharp, her eyes were bloodshot red and narrowed. She screamed and wrapped her hands around Lena's neck.
"Kara! Kara it's me Lena," she said, gasping through Kara's grip.
Kara's eyes softened and filled with tears. She let go of Lena's neck and covered her mouth in horror.
"Lena? Is that you? Oh Rao! What did I do?"
Lena grinned. Her eyes glassed over, and she threw her arms around Kara's neck and squeezed tight.
"My Kara."
To be continued….
Stay tuned for Part II titled "Red Daughter Resurrected."
Our naughty girls from Gotham will be back to team up with the Superfriends to find Kara and Lena. Don't worry, Kara and Lena will find ways to pass the time in captivity.
Thank you for reading and Happy Holidays!