Prologue: No Reunion

Flashback

Explosion.

Fire.

Pain.

Breathe, no breathe.

Mental screams.

Screams.

Silence, blessed silence.

Medical Notes: Jane Doe, burn victim. No ID on her when she came in. Nobody came forward to identify her.

Sleeping.

Morphine drip.

Daily debridment of dead skin.

Tank session of soaks.

Still Jane Doe slept on.

Whimpering.

Crying.

Cringing.

Still sleeping.

MRI and Cat scans: reveal a high amount of brain activity.

The girl slept on, blissfully unaware of her surroundings and the medical treatments to save her life and heal the burns. Then several surgeries to attach skin grafts.

The nurse silently cried when she shaved the girl of her red hair, knowing that it was her last vestment of anybody identifying her.

Present Day

It was very dark when she approached the last place she had called home. Many months had gone by since that eventful night at Naxxcom, since the explosion that left her burned, scared and no longer able to use her powers. Several months spent at a burn unit when she didn't know her name, her friends, or her home.

She had hitchhiked and walked her way back her once she started remembering who she was and where she belonged. She imagined the faces of her friends: the blond female, the dark-haired male who she thought of as her brother, the blond male that she had been getting close to, and the older dark-haired male who was more of a father to her than her own father.

That night as she rounded the last turn and she could finally see the mountain she had called home, she was greeted by an unexpected sight. Her home was in smoking ruins. Tears sprung to her blue eyes and she sunk to her knees there in the clearing. Her home was no longer. Her friends weren't there! She needed to find out what happened.

She rushed into the remains and picked through the wreckage. She recognized pieces of her former life: a few torn pictures and the wallpaper. She found the computer system, which was still partially working. Booting it up, she found the database stripped, the operating system failed with no clue as to who or what happened to her friends.

She wondered aimlessly around the complex, until she came out on the plateau above it. There she found one answer: a plaque that held her name and one of her friend's names too. The dates matched up to the night she had lost her mind. They thought she had died that night, and she might as well have. Realization struck her. Her father figure was dead too.

For the second time that night, she sunk to her knees and cried.