Taylor is not a particularly resentful person. After growing up surrounded by literal world saving geniuses, they've learned to go with the flow and not get too caught up on small annoyances. Yeyu is late for dinner because she's out rescuing a cat from a tree ? It's fine. Mum got abducted again ? Typical Monday ; she'll be home for lunch. Aunt Alex picked them up late from school, with blood on her face and new scorch marks on her uniform ? Not even worth mentioning, but it'll probably end up being a fun story to recount at Thanksgiving.

All this to say that by their own account, Taylor considers themself to be a quite "chill" person. Sure, they tend to be a bit hard on themself, but they're really good at not holding circumstances against other people. So when they get up the morning after their future mothers' intense night time make out session they are ready to just let it go, not out of awkwardness, but out of habit. What they are not prepared for however, is Kara and Lena ignoring it too.

They first find Kara up at the crack ass of dawn, praying on the balcony ; and when Lena emerges too, they don't come within three feet of each other, going out of their way to avoid all form of contact in favour of wistfully staring when they both think the other is not looking. This breakfast is a top contender for most awkward within its first five minutes, and it says an awful lot.

There is a moment when their knuckles almost brush against each other, when after a too brusque movement, Lena almost knocks her mug off the table but she recoils faster than humanly possible, looking at Kara like the day sheds light on things she can only see in the dark.

Lena doesn't know what possessed her to act this way. It doesn't make sense, even to her. Even after waking up with Kara out of reach, she could have joined her on the balcony, kissed her there, even just on the cheek, touched her goddamn shoulder, anything instead of ignoring her and stepping away from an attempt at a hug. It's murky, and she doesn't understand, and now narrow-minded-white-man-number-three is taking all her headspace explaining why she's too incompetent to run her own fucking company when all she wants to do is unpack the fear she felt merely looking at Kara after exposing herself this way.

It's infuriating, truly, this way she always manages to self-sabotage herself no matter the circumstances like she knows no other way of being. If she's being truthful with herself, she really does not know another way of being ; plant the bomb, hope it makes as much damage as can be and takes her out in the same blast. If she weren't in the middle of a meeting, she'd kick herself, multiple times.

And said meeting drags on and on like it's set in another dimension where time doesn't exist. Yesterday, when she was kissing Kara she didn't care about that, now, she's very seriously considering flinging herself out the window. The very window Kara is hovering outside of right now, glowing in the sunlight in all her Supergirl glory but with the saddened expression of a kicked puppy. The sight destroys Lena and makes her whole again in a way that is becoming familiar, if a little nauseating.

"Gentlemen, I'm going to have to cut this meeting short."

"Miss Luthor," bland-man-number-three attempts to protest.

"Unless you can turn your blabbering into significant progress in the next five minutes," Lena cuts, raising her hand to silence him, "this meeting is adjourned."

The room cannot empty fast enough and forever comes and goes before Kara touches down in front of her, hands behind her back then on her hips then behind her back again. Lena almost reaches out to settle her fidgeting but before she can talk herself into doing so, idly wondering if the world will end if she touches her, Kara's eyes pierce hers and she speaks.

"Have I done anything wrong ?"

"I don't understand what I did wrong," Kara says for what could be the first or the millionth time since she stepped into Alex's office.

"Shouldn't you be at work ?" her sister grumbles, cluing Kara into the fact that it might be closer to a million.

"You're one to talk ! You've been texting Kelly non stop since I came here."

"While being physically present at my job," Alex mumbles, glancing regretfully at her empty coffee cup. Kara refuses to acknowledge the logic of this.

Alex sighs, sets her phone down and with only one look, Kara knows she's about to be served a spoonful of sisterly advice. "You didn't do anything wrong," she says. "The two of you are consenting adults who decided to make out in the dark like teenagers instead of dealing with your feelings. To each their own." Kara tries to interrupt her here, feelings are hard, but Alex shuts her down with a single raised finger. "Lena is freaking out because it's her default setting. It's not your fault. That being said, you can always swing by at lunch time and ask her yourself."

Talk to her herself ? What a ludicrous idea... And yet. "I'll go see her right now," Kara announces, a bit too loudly for the small office, determined to make Lena feel loved and supported as soon as superhumanly possible.

"You have a job ! You should be at your job !" Alex shouts after her. "And shut the goddamn door !"

Kara is never too far not to hear her sister, still she chooses to ignore her in favour of flying straight to L-Corp, second guessing her decision only when she finds herself hovering outside of an impressively sized conference room, having followed Lena's heart there.

The room is huge, dwarfs everyone in it but Lena who stands tall, sitting ramrod straight in a high back chair at the head of the table. She looks bored beyond measure, her face devoid of expression until she picks up Kara's presence and her features morph into ones of sadness and relief.

Kara is invited in much too quickly for her liking and suddenly afraid of confronting Lena, she regrets not listening to Alex. What is she even supposed to say ? Do you hate me ? "Have I done anything wrong ?"

The shift in Lena is so immediate it gives Kara whiplash. To be fair, it probably gives Lena whiplash too. "No. No darling," she says, looking seconds away from falling to her knees in plea. "You didn't do anything wrong." She takes a step forward, hands half-raised and face the picture perfect of brokenness. "It's not you."

"Then what...?" Kara tries to ask, choosing instead to let her question trails off because speaking right now seems nigh impossible.

"I'm just," Lena sighs. She takes several steps back until the back of her legs collide with the nearest chair and she slumps down on it, head briefly tucked into her hands before she hesitantly looks up at Kara again. "Not used to any of this."

"Making out with girls ?" Kara says, echoing her words from last night in a poor attempt at humour. She doesn't know what compels her to say it ; maybe it's the sadness on Lena's face, or her own irresistible drive to fix everything, always.

"What ? No !" Lena exclaims her shoulders straightening up in shock. "You're an ass," she adds after a second, trying, and failing, to glare irritably with her tear filled eyes. Instead she smiles a soft sad smile and Kara wants to hold her and never ever let go. "I just. I always do this." Vaguely, she gestures around and, taking the leap, Kara superspeeds to her side to grab her hand before she can tuck it away again.

"Do what ?" she probs gently.

"Self-sabotage myself," Lena whispers. "I just. I. I don't know. Who. What." She cuts abruptly, struggles, stumbles, opening and closing her mouth several times as her breathing grows more and more erratic.

Kara drops to her knees in front of her, puts her hand on her heart and finds it wild and afraid. "Breathe," she says as clearly as she can, squashing her own spark of panic. "Breathe love, I've got you. You're safe, I've got you. Take all the time you need."

Lena looks up at her, eyes bloated, face blotchy and red, and still, she looks so damn beautiful that Kara doesn't fully understand how it's possible. She takes a couple of long deep breaths, her own hand coming to clutch at Kara's. "I just. I don't know. I don't know who I am if I'm not like this."

"Like what ?" Kara asks softly.

"Sad. Broken. Exhausted. I've always been like this I think. I can't remember ever not being like that, buried under the screed of depression. I'm so used to it that most of the time, it's when I'm happy that I can't breathe. I don't remember what it's like to be happy and you make me so fucking happy that I'm... scared I suppose."

"That's okay, I think. I'm scared to you know ?"

"You are ?" Lena asks, her voice a little breezy, just on the side of being inaudible.

"I am. A lot even." Kara laughs, she lets out the tiniest of chuckle even if this isn't even close to being funny. "You broke my heart," she adds in a whisper, the confession needed, but almost unbearable. "I'm scared you'll break it again."

"I'm sorry," Lena says immediately, her voice louder and more assertive even when it seems to require all of her remaining energy.

"Don't be. I broke your heart too, didn't I ? But I promise I'll spend the rest of my life making up for it. I'll make you happy, and I'll love you more each day until you don't even remember what sadness is. Because I know who you are, it's the only thing that I know. And I'll be there until the very end to remind you every time you forget."

"That's not a promise you can hold," Lena dismisses with a sad smile and a shake of the head.

"I'm making it anyway. And I'm stubborn."

"I know you are," Lena sighs. "I know you are."

"Are you going to be okay ? Are we ?"

Lena worries her lip between her teeth, looks up at Kara again and the time it takes her to answer is long enough for her heart to miss a couple of beats. "Yes, I think so," she whispers eventually.

"I can go back to my own place if you want," Kara offers. "Give you space."

"Don't you fucking dare," Lena grumbles.

And before Kara has any time to make sense of anything more, she finds herself dragged forward until she's pressed flat against Lena, her arms responding automatically to wrap themselves around her. The position is a bit awkward, with her being on her knees and Lena about ready to tip over the edge of her chair but she makes do with what they have, hugging her like it's the only thing keeping the world going.

Sparing with Taylor is, unfortunately, becoming second nature, and Alex is set on enjoying it thoroughly before the whole thing is wiped off her mind. She's coming to understand how they work, it's easier to deflect their punches, to step around their kicks ; it's almost as easy as sparing with Kara and it's a good opportunity to keep her body busy while she works through the mess in her brain.

She's fucking exhausted. Not in the physical sense of the term, though it's the third time this morning that her future nibling lands her on her ass ; no, what tires her immensely, what drains her of her energy, is the amount of bullshit she witnesses in this fucking world everyday, and unfortunately, her sister is part of it. She doesn't want to force people into anything, damn if she doesn't know first hand how difficult it can be to accept that you're in love with somebody. But her sister and Lena have been practically joined at the hip since they met and it would be great, for Alex's sanity, if they could get a grip on themselves and stop hurting each other.

She's idly thinking about lunch with Kelly, about the two sandwiches sitting in her lunch box for when her girlfriend joins her at half past noon, when the world goes black. Some distant part of her body registers the sharp pain of a limb shattering and then there's nothing for a good minute.

She comes to to a white hot pain pulsating from her right leg that blurs her perception for a too long moment. The edges of her vision are tinged with red ; emergency lights, she realises through the aching fog. "Fuck," she crooks. "Fuck," she says again for good measure. "Fuck. What the fuck."

"I'm sorry," Taylor shrieks, their figure cutting a slander black silhouette in front of Alex. "The kryptonite emitters turned off and I think I broke your leg. I'm sorry."

"Fuck. How long have I been out ?"

"A minute at most."

Alex scrambles upright, leaning back on her hands to take a peek at her leg. It's bent at the wrong angle and the sight brings a strong wave of nausea but it's nothing that's not fixable ; quite frankly, she's lived through worse. "I'm gonna need you to reset my leg," she groans.

"Excuse me what ?"

"Reset my leg."

"Did you hit your head on the way down ?"

"Reset my fucking leg Taylor ! We're on lockdown. I need to be able to get my ass off the floor so I can check on my team."

"I could always carry you."

"Taylor..."

Taylor's silhouette shrugs against the red backdrop. "Fine," they mumble. "But when you go into cardiac arrest from the pain, remember it was your fucking decision."

"I'm ready. Reset it in three, two," Alex swallows the last number in an undignified yelp ; Taylor reseted her leg on two. "Fucking hell."

"You asked," Taylor reminds her. "You're not gonna be able to walk on that though."

"I know," Alex groans. She feels cold all of sudden and it takes her a second to notice the puddle of sweat she's positively bathing in. "There are emergency supplies under the platform. There should be a multipurpose brace in it. Don't ask questions, just find it. We need to get out of here."

To Taylor's credit, they follow the order well and refrain from commenting or asking anything. The urgency of the situation seem to finally register in them and they move with a fast useful precision that leads Alex to restraining her own question when they emerge from under the podium with a machete, a bulletproof jacket and three guns in addition to the brace. They force her into the brace and the jacket, strap the guns expertly to the hooks of her stripped down uniform and before Alex can really catch up with their speed, she's been hauled up to her feet and dragged halfway across the room.

Taylor cocks their head to the side then shakes it nervously. "I can't hear anything," they say, glancing back at her.

"You can't hear anything as in it's totally silent or as in something is tampering with your super hearing ?"

"Something's tampering with my hearing," Taylor elaborates. "A sort of loud buzzing. I saw a bright blue flash before the lights went out. Could be electrical. Could be something else."

"With our luck it's probably something else," Alex grumbles under her breath. "We're on lockdown," she adds louder, "so someone is either trying to get in, or out. If you can't hear anything, then absolutely everything could be outside of this door. We're going to get back to command level using the outer corridors to reach the emergency stairs on the northern side of the building. Follow my steps, I'm going to keep us in the security cameras' blind spots just in case."

"Yes, Director Danvers."

Alex freezes, her hand halfway to the manual override of the door. She looks back at Taylor but the person who looks back at her, bathed in the red glow of the room, isn't Taylor at all ; it's Captain Lor-El. They stand tall, shoulders drawn back with their brow set in a neutral expression ; right now, Alex isn't their aunt but their commanding officer. Shaking herself into this state of mind, Alex unlocks the door and steps out in the hallway, Lor-El following two precise steps behind her.

They walk around the building in silence, keeping close to the walls and communicating with short hand gestures with no trouble like they've done this all their lives. There's no need for any of that though ; the corridors are empty, Alex's agents are nowhere to be found, no one is running trying to catch, who, or what is loose in the DEO.

Now that she's out of the room, Alex can hear the same buzzing as Lor-El, and the closer they get to command level, the louder it gets, threatening to split her head in two. On the bright side of things, it distracts her from the throbbing pain in her leg, but she isn't exactly in a positive mood. She unlocks the last door, readjusts her grip on her gun just in case and rounds the last corner, Lor-El still two perfect steps behind her. What she sees steals her breath and all semblance of a plan from her.

Her entire team is suspended mid-air, frozen in various poses and expressions of pain by a bright blue electrical field. Her eyes trail down to the source and if she's taller and broader than the last time Alex encountered her, there still is no mistaking the fiery red hair, or the bright blue skin. The only problem, or the most prominent one, is that she's supposed to be "dead."

Alex doesn't realise she's voiced her thoughts aloud until Indigo revolves around and her nanite face splits into a wide grin. "Do I look dead to you Alex Danvers ?"

"But. But how...?" Alex sputters.

And just like that, Lor-El knows they are well and truly fucked. Because Alex sounds scared, and in her hands, her gun trembles even as she adjusts her grip around it.

"You're dead."

Indigo sighs ; her electrical field crackles. "I'm very clearly not. Your friend may have ripped my physical body in half, but I was able to extract my consciousness and regroup on the closest technological item. Then I went dormant, and bid my time. It's a neat Coluan trick, shame this version can't do it."

She wiggles her long blue fingers and Brainy is extracted from the mass of bodies hovering mid-air ; his own hands wrapped around his throat.

"Let him go !"

Alex shoots a burst of energy with her alien gun but, predictably, it doesn't have the required effect. Indigo simply absorbs it, fizzles, smiles and sends it back tenfold. The only reason Alex doesn't fry on the spot is because Lor-El jumps to shield her with their body. The shock hurts, and actually, they're pretty sure their heart stops for a second there. The world wobbles for a moment before they manage to spin in the air to correct their course and crash somewhere that isn't on Alex's human and fragile body.

"I got tired of waiting for you," Indigo says, idly trailing around the room with the sizzling bodies of the DEO's agents hovering after her. "So I came to you."

"It was you then, in Supergirl's apartment ?" Alex asks, keeping her probably useless gun pointed at the blue figure. With her other hand, she signals for Lor-El to advance with her, which they do, falling in step with the Director, the machete raised in a poor approximation of a sword. "She's not here just so you know."

"She will be soon enough," Indigo replies, taking a carefully cultivated careless interest in the dirt under her fingernails. "After all, it's either all of your lives, or hers, and if she's anything like I remember, she'd rather it be hers. I can see you moving by the way. You're not subtle, and I'm not blind." She flicks her wrist, Brainy groans, his usually pale blue face closer to purple now.

Alex freezes, almost. Her whole body takes root in place but for her gun hand that very subtly tilts to the side, giving a sign that only Lor-El can see. Moving in an invisible blur, they launch themself at full speed towards Indigo only to end up impaled on her, her hand thrusted through their guts.

It should not be possible, and it hurts like a motherfucker.

Indigo retracts her hand, and when Lor-El staggers back, feeling like their intestines are about to spill out from the wound, they catch a glimpse of something green being reabsorbed under her skin. "Do you really think," Indigo says, "that I would go after a Kryptonian without the necessary weapons ?"

Lor-El's vision swims and they blink heavily, trying to get rid off the black spots dancing in front of them. Something sticky is running past their lips, blood most likely. With a hand pressed to their stomach, they drive the machete forward, satisfaction piercing through the pain when the blade draws a thin clean line on the nanite body. Indigo's hands turn into spikes which is a bit more than they can handle right now, but it's not like they have the choice.

Somewhat conscious that this could be the very last thing they ever do, they double down on her, parrying what they can and striking at each opening even as a part of their body that should definitely not be open to the outside threatens to empty itself from its content. The proximity of the Kryptonite makes them feel nauseous beyond reason but through sheer stubbornness, their feet fall into familiar positions, and recalling their days on Themyscira they force their body into a new balance, compensating for the arm that they keep glued to the open wound.

The machete is short, closer to a gladius than Max's longsword, the last addendum they used in battle. The hilt isn't smooth, and the blade is rough, the edge only sharp on one of its side like a knife. It would never be Lor-El weapon's of choice but a choice is exactly what their lacking right now and it's not like they have to win this fight, they just need to distract Indigo long enough for Alex to slip away and override the lockdown. They shoot a sideway glance just to check Alex is enroute to the command panel and Indigo takes the opportunity to give them a new haircut.

Careful, they have to be more careful.

But they also have to be fast, faster, because engaging Indigo in battle seems to have rerouted her attention away from her electrical bubble, depriving its inhabitants of oxygen. Brainy in particular, has taken on a surprising teal colour and he thrashes painfully, not quite like he's not breathing anymore but like he's about to, explode ?

Lor-El doesn't have the time to duck out of the blast. On the bright side, it cauterises the wound. On the other, it knocks them out completely.

"Feet further apart Lor-El."

Taylor shuffles their left foot a couple of inches back.

"More than that. Widen your stance. Bend your knees."

They can feel the pommel starting to crack in their hand ; if it snaps, it'll be the third gladius they break today. The shield already hangs awkwardly on their arm, one of the leather straps having given out early on.

"Good."

Taylor feels the tiniest wave of relief washing over them.

"Now strike your opponent."

They take a tentative jab at their opponent, the weapon still more of an inconvenience than anything.

Aunt Diana sighs. "Not like that."

Taylor barely registers throwing the sword down, they do hear however the thunder-like sounds the blade makes when it snaps in two. "This isn't working," they seethe between their clenched teeth.

"I agree." Taylor's head snaps up so fast it's a wonder it doesn't detach entirely. Then : "what can I do to help you ?"

Diana's voice is as even and warm as ever and it's the only thing that prevents Taylor from taking off entirely. "Can we take a break ?" they ask, the defeat bitter on their tongue.

"Of course we can Lor-El. Follow me, I have a secret ice cream stash."

"You have a freezer ? Since when do you have electricity here ?"

"Our war prisoners are chained to stationary bikes," their aunt deadpans.

"They..."

"I'm joking !" Diana slaps their back in harsh camaraderie. "We have solar panels for essential accommodations."

"Like ice cream...?"

"Like ice cream."

"How do you do it ?" Taylor dares to ask once they're sitting in the shade, ice cream dripping down their waffle cone. "You're stronger than them, right ? Your sisters ?"

"Training. Restrain. Discipline. It's not always easy but it's how I was raised."

"I broke my mum's arm," Taylor mumbles, hesitant to even voice this aloud.

"She isn't angry at you."

"I'm angry at myself," Taylor admits, their words almost lost to the crashing sound of waves.

"I understand. I was angry once too."

"How do you do it then ?"

"Find peace and let it go."

"But that's hard !" Taylor snaps. "I don't know how to do that !"

They feels almost ashamed of their outburst but aunt Diana doesn't bat an eyelash. She remains silent, licking at a bit of ice cream that has trickled down her gauntlets.

"You are young. But with training, restrain, discipline, and, patience, you will be alright. I promise you so. Tonight, we will ask guidance to the god of your people but for now come with me, you must first learn the art of the blade."

Alex's brain is caught in an endless What the fuck ? loop and admittedly it's not the best of times for this to happen. She ducked out of the electrical wave just in time but the desk she's hiding behind still got blasted back a good couple of feet, right in her face. She knows something cracked open and she can feel blood trickling down her forehead but it doesn't really hurt, probably because the pain receptors in her body are already saturated.

She shakes her head, trying to get rid of the high pitch ringing in her ears. As far as she can tell, when her vision stops swimming in front of her, all of her agents have been liberated from the force field and they are all alive, if unfortunately not unharmed. That's a win ; and she's alive too which is also a big plus. She peers above the desk and finds Brainy and Indigo locked in, intense eye contact ? She has absolutely no idea of what is happening. Taylor lays on the other side of the room, clothes charred but their open wound thankfully no longer bleeding ; the only problem is that from where she's standing, Alex can't tell if they're still breathing. She needs to act, and she needs to act fast.

Springing to her feet, or attempting to, as her encased leg drags a little behind her, Alex makes a run for the central console, somehow still mostly upright in the centre of the chaos. Undoing the lockdown procedure isn't much complicated but Alex messes it up twice, her bloodied hands slipping from the keyboard when she forgets how to support her own body weight. She will forever curse herself for taking off her signal watch and leaving it in her office when she went sparring. It might be the dumbest thing she's ever done, and she's bound to get an earful from Kara about it, but if she's being honest with herself, she'll a 100% deserve it. Sans signal watch and a little worse for wear, Alex really hopes her sister is paying attention.

"SUPERGIRL !"

There goes her voice for the rest of the week.

The short stretch of time between her slightly desperate shout and Kara's arrival is the longest of her life. She makes the most of it by limping to Taylor's side, allowing a reasonable wave of relief to wash over her when she finds a pulse. They're gonna be okay, and Lena Luthor won't decapitate her for accidentally getting her child killed. The nth metal shutter rolls up slowly and just before Supergirl slips in the gap, Alex takes note of the sound of sirens and a large smoke plume rising from the street below.

Then her sister storms the DEO, almost blinking into existence to the untrained eye, and pummels Indigo against the far wall.

"You're under arrest," Supergirl grunts in a corny way that has Alex briefly bubble with alleviation before the hero freezes, staggers back and sputters. "You..?"

And Indigo bashes her sister on the side of the head, hard, green veins spreading on the nigh impervious temple. "Surprise !"

To her credit, and considering the unplanned proximity of Kryptonite, Kara is quick to get back on her feet and if her grip on Indigo is a little laxer the second time around, she still doesn't give up. "How ?"

Indigo sighs, almost like she's bored. "Ask Agent Danvers. I don't want to do my speech a second time. It's time you answer for your crimes."

Alex sees it coming in slow motion, and no matter how hard she tries, she can't be here fast enough. Indigo's hand moulds into a spike again, angry with flashy sparks of neon green ; and she strikes. Kara bends backward, narrowly avoiding her untimely death by letting go of the Coluan. Her entire face is green, not just her popping veins, but her skin too and it's an absolute wonder, a testament to her strength, that she's still on her feet. She presses on her chest, a couple of times because her hand is shaking, and the anti-Kryptonite suit starts unfurling.

Embolden by her sister's might, Alex joins in on the action again, fumbling with her gun for a second until she can set it to release a net that Indigo dodges by diving for Kara and sending both of them crashing into a pillar. The entire building rattles from the shock and Alex tumbles to her knees. Struggling for a second she manages to take aim again, missing her target by a good two feet when Brainy comes rushing past her, jumps on top of an upturned desk and leaps into the air, lands behind Indigo and rips her fucking head of her neck.

"I can't hold her for long," he groans, struggling as Indigo's pixelated neck already reaches out for the severed head. "I've connected to her programming but she's stronger than I am."

This time, Alex doesn't miss, and she sends the body rolling away in an energy net. Once Indigo isn't trying to reform herself anymore, Brainy tosses the head at Kara who catches it carefully, holding it out in front of her like it's a ticking bomb. Alex doesn't blame her.

"It was her, wasn't it ?" Kara asks, her voice trembling just as much as her body. "In my room ? How ?"

"Turns out she wasn't dead. Advanced technology, blah blah blah," Alex grumbles wearily from where she rests on the floor. "Do you think she's the fifth Killer Five ? She had the same cryptic catch phrase."

"Fatal Five," Taylor whispers hoarsely from the other side of the room, coming to only to correct Alex before they faint again.

"I don't know," Kara says harshly, "I didn't really have the time to think about that." Her helmet recedes in the suit and she starts walking to Taylor, covering the distance in long powerful strides. She's still a bit greenish, covered in sweat and when she walks past Alex, briefly stopping to help her to her feet, she wipes a trickle of bile on her cheek.

"We'll have to interrogate her," Brainy interrupts. "And I believe we could use Lena's assistance in designing a device to prevent her from transferring her consciousness or reforming her body again."

"Good idea," Alex groans, leaning heavily on her sister as she limps with her towards her unconscious nibling. She almost tips forward when Kara abruptly freezes in place.

"Lena..."she whispers. "I can't hear her..."

"What do you mean...?"

"I can't hear her Alex. She. She's gone."