A/N: Well, it would be Android Liberation Day today. I couldn't find a place for this in any other chapter, so I thought I could put this up as a bonus.

"You fucking bitch! Get back here!" Todd roared from the brush behind her.

Kara kept running, terror propelling her legs forward. "Alice!" Kara cried, scared for the girl. "Alice, where are you?" She reached a clearing. Looking around desperately, she continued calling out for Alice. Out of the shadows, Zlatko stepped out, holding Alice. "Kara!" she cried, but Zlatko clamped his hand over her mouth. He looked at Kara.

"You should've just stayed a machine," he said. "Now, you have to care for her." He took a pistol out of his pocket and put the barrel to Alice's head. Alice's eyes were fearful, silently pleading with Kara to help. Kara tried to move, but she couldn't. She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. She started to panic as she stood there, unable to help Alice. Zlatko undid the safety of the gun with a click and-

Kara bolted from her chair, gasping. She was looking around frantically, searching for the threats she had just seen.

"Kara." Kara could hear a voice calling her name, distant at first. "Kara." It was Dakota. Reality finally settled in, and his face came into focus. "Easy Kara, You're okay." Kara relaxed slightly, but her breathing did not slow. She couldn't get rid of the image of Alice with a gun to her head. She blinked, trying to clear it from her mind. In her panic, she uttered a single word. "Alice." She started to get up, but Dakota slowed her.

"She's fine. I just checked on her. She's safe, okay?"

Kara sat back down, the pain and fear refusing to leave.

"It was just a nightmare, nothing real," Dakota reassured. "You're okay."

Kara broke down, unable to control herself, and wept. Dakota stayed at her side, never moving. He himself was no stranger to nightmares, and understood how frightening they are. The best thing he could do is stay near, and let her get through the initial shock. After a while, Kara stopped crying. Dakota got up, wet a washcloth with cool water, and came back.

"Put this over your forehead," he told Kara, "it'll help to relax and to keep you from overheating."

She did as he said, and found the cool wetness weight to be indeed helpful. The slight shock in temperature and texture helped to bring her mind to the present, and away from her nightmare. Dakota was sitting on the couch, watching her with concern. After several minutes of silence, Kara was able to control her breathing. "Dakota," she breathed.

"Yeah?"

"Please stay with me."

"Of course." Dakota moved closer to her, positioning himself on the floor next to her. He reached up and took her hand in his. It was both a logical and instinctual thing to do, as that kind of touch is an important part of humanity, and can be comforting to people, and Dakota assumed the same would apply to deviant androids. At long last, Dakota heard Kara's breath slow to a normal rate. "Try and get some more sleep, okay?" Dakota said, not moving.

"Okay." Dakota knew he wouldn't be getting much more sleep, so he grabbed his tablet from the end table where he had put it earlier that night. He checked the news. There were old articles on the page, reading "AX400 At Large," and "Break-In at Famous Painter's Residence." He refreshed the site, and a new article popped up, with the tag Live Coverage underneath it. He tapped on it, and it opened up. CyberLife Stores Raided, the headline blared. Dakota watched the footage taken from remote drones of androids fleeing the streets, the area around the store tagged with various pro-deviant messages and symbols. All were running from the drones, except for one. Markus. The name came to him, as simply as if he had been told by the android himself. He watched the live footage for a bit, then turned his tablet off.