The doctor's words echoed through her head. Brain damage? This is not real, this is not happening!

She looked up at the doctor, he went on listing what they should be expecting, or rather should not. Barbara didn't notice that Helena's hold on her hand had gotten tighter and tighter.

Helena clenched her jaw, her eyes narrowed as she looked directly at the doctor. Kid! There was no way she wanted to accept what the doctor was telling them. She didn't want to accept the fact that Dinah might not know her, might not know Barbara. That Dinah might become, well on better terms, mentally challenged. It was then that Helena realized that for once, after the Harley saga, she was scared. It had taken her time, but Helena had begun to accept Dinah as part of the family, even had begun to love her like a sibling, and now she was going to loose her.

Helena loosened her grip and pulled her hand away. Startled, Barbara looked up. Helena had turned her head away and walked out the waiting room door. Barbara wanted to follow her, but she knew Helena needed space; she knew Helena didn't want to show how she was feeling.

Barbara turned her head to look at the doctor, "Doctor," she interrupted her, "You said 'the possibility' of brain damage, is there chance that she might not have any damage at all?" she knew what his answer was going to be, but she hoped to be wrong, for once.

He looked down and thought for a second and then looked up, "Honestly, I'd say she has a one in a thousand chance of not suffering damage," he answered, "I have to go back and look on her, if you need any assistance or if you have any questions, just tell the sister in the front, and she'll call me," He put his hand on Barbara's arm. Barbara nodded and then watched him walk out the room.

Dinah!

Helena stood on a balcony and looked out over the city. She had started to feel the numbness she felt when she watched her mother die, except now, Dinah was slipping away. She was so close to settling in, so close to accepting her bond to the girl, and now she was loosing her.

She hit the railing with her fist, Damn it! This should not be happening!

She heard the door open behind her. She wished the person away, this was her balcony at the moment, her personal space.

"You okay?" said a voice to her left, behind her, the voice was all too familiar. She lifted her head and continued looking over the city.
"Helena?" he asked softly and put his hand gently on her shoulder. She turned around an enfolded her arms around him, burying her head in his chest. He frowned and then wrapped his arms around her.

"I'm here," he ran his fingers through her hair, "It's ok."

"No it's not ok Jesse," she said then pulled away, "She's not ok."
"Look she's meta right? The doctor is only making a diagnosis based what he knows, he knows nothing about metas. What about her personal physician, the one Barbara and your father have worked with in the past?"

"Thompkins is in General," Helena replied.

"Look, I can pull a few strings, get Dinah transferred to your father's private ward or something, lemme help," he said closing the gap between him and her. Helena looked up.
"Just let me help," he whispered.
Her eyes were a deep blue with a glint of tears in the corners. She nodded her head and then hugged him again, holding onto him tightly.

Slidell sighed as he tapped the pencil against the examination pad. So far all avenues had come to a dead end. It was beginning to frustrate him. He threw the pencil away from him and leaned back in his chair folding his arms behind his head. He knew he was overlooking something, something simple.

He sat up straight and grabbed another rock he had procured from the NGHS rubble. He threw it up in the air and caught it. Then he threw it to the floor; it crumbled like a piece of clay. He stared at the pieces and then suddenly sat up straight.

"Of course!" he exclaimed and then ran out the lab.

Damn it! If only it were darker, then no one would have seen her face so clearly. She could have had the bozos subdued and her, Shaun and the baby on the surface. But there were too many reasons why it was a stupid move at the moment. One, they had seen her face, she did her disappearing act, they'd be all over the newspaper once they were on the surface, secondly, even though she felt no-one in the shadows above, it didn't mean no-one was looking. She also had to admit, she hated guns, and there were too many guns to make a move. She had to think.

She cleared her mind and then focused on the tunnel. She felt how the darkness touched places, she felt their shadows, and she felt the tunnels, the surface. Then she jerked her head to the left. A light bulb had burst, then another and another. The lights inside the tunnel were beginning to fail; this was the push she needed.
She looked at the prisoners and then at Shaun. A light nearby them frizzed and then blew. The prisoners were distracted and looked at it. Then she made her move, she shot her hand out to Shaun and closed her eyes. She felt the rush as she whisked herself and Shaun to a darker corner of the tunnel, well away from the prisoners.

As they materialized, Cris moved up to Shaun and examined the baby, hoping that the teleport had not affected him. Shaun stood dazed.

"Wha…" he swallowed, "What just happened."

Cris sighed, "Look it's kinda difficult to explain…"

"Wait, you're one too?" he asked.

"Huh?" Cris stared at him.

"Now I know where I've seen you before! All the time I kept thinking to myself you looked so familiar but now I know! I saw you once at No Man's Land!" He said excitedly.

"You're a metahuman?" Cris asked surprised.

"A what?" Shaun asked.

Cris chuckled, "A metahuman, special abilities and so on."

"Oh yeah! Watch this," he handed the baby to Cris and then took a deep breath in. He turned away from her and then blew it all out slowly. A wind the almost force of a hurricane burst out his mouth, almost rolling the car in front of him. Cris stood awestruck, "Wow!"

Shaun laughed, "Yeah that's what mom said when I blew my birthday candles out for the first time, and we spent well on an hour cleaning all the cake off the walls and floors!"

They laughed.

Cris patted him on the shoulder, "I gotta go back, you look for a way out, and I'll catch up with you later."
Shaun nodded, understanding. She smiled and took a step backwards, then disappeared.