Peisinoe's Rooftop, 12:43 PM.

Atlanta jammed a small stick between two shingles as she climbed, struggling to keep her balance. Ahead of her, a small white chimney sparkled in the sunlight. Atlanta grimaced as her knee scraped against a loose shingle and became warm with blood.

"Almost there…Just a little farther…You can- OW! You can do this…" She swung one arm forwards, just barely managing to grab on to the edge of the chimney as she did so. She kicked herself over the edge, but lost her balance. With a shriek, she tumbled down two stories to the hardwood floor below.

The basement, 1:26 PM.

"Where am I…" Atlanta rubbed her head as she staggered to her feet. Looking around, she realized that she was in a large, open cellar. Racks of bottles lined three of the walls. And on the fourth-

"Teresa! Are you alright?" Atlanta ran towards her friend. The older girl lay slumped against the bare tiles. Her eyes were closed. "Teresa! Can you hear me?"

"Huh, what?" Teresa's green eyes flickered open as she slowly regained consciousness.

"Atlanta! You need to get out of here! Penelope is a-"

"A what? Oh, I know…A siren?"

The two girls spun around, ready to fight. Archie stood in the doorway, whip in hand.

"Well that's just too bad for you, isn't it. Ah, well. No one promised a fair fight. And now, prepare to lose."

Atlanta just shook her head.

"It can't be…"