"Are you alright, Siobhan?" Doctor West asked as Siobhan leaned back in her chair. Her eyes were struggling to stay open and it looked like she was committing every piece of energy to keeping her head from falling forward. "Siobhan."

"Huh?" Siobhan answered, looking around like she was unfamiliar with her surroundings.

"I asked if you were alright. You're not your usual…animated self today," he responded, wanting to pick his words carefully.

"I think I'm doing pretty good considering. I'm calm, docile, not my usual flavor of bitch," she answered flatly. "I mean that is the word you were originally looking for, right?"

"Not at all," Doctor West replied, a little relieved to see her normal snark return. "Though I will admit, you do seem different right now, and I mean physically. Is everything alright?"

Siobhan brought her hands to her mouth and began chewing on one of her nails. Before she was locked up here, she never would've dared to do that. Not with her manicures usually costing into the triple digits. But she figured that now there wasn't any more risk of her ruining her cuticles with her own teeth than there was with those useless, cheap nail clippers she had in her cell.

"Haven't slept much in the past week."

"The nightmares again?" Siobhan nodded. "I thought you said they died down after a visit from Winn? Did he not come last week?"

"He came."

"Then you have something else binging on some kind of stress. Any clue as to what that might be?" Siobhan just sat there. "The guards? Another inmate when you're out in the yard?'

"Nothing I can't handle, Doc. None of those girls have what it takes to go toe to toe with me," Siobhan gloated.

"While that may be true, may I please stress to you to hold your emotions in check when out in the yard. It took a lot of convincing to let the warden give you that time, along with the extra time for Winn's visits."

"Did you also convince the warden to allow me my special late night visitor last week?"

"Excuse me?" Doctor West asked confused.

Siobhan remembered back to the day after Supergirl's visit happened and how she spent the day fuming over her short conversation. Who the hell does that blonde asshat think she is, she asked herself over and over; like I'd hurt Winn.

"Supergirl," Siobhan clarified. "She paid me a visit in the middle of the night last week. Did you convince the warder to let it happen?"

The doctor looked at her doubtfully. His eyes scanned her face, looking to see if she was telling him the truth and not trying to pull something. "Supergirl was actually here?"

"So you didn't know?"

"Not a clue," Doctor West replied.

He's lying.

Siobhan looked around, not believing she'd just heard that faint whisper. "Something wrong, Siobhan?" Siobhan shook off the thought of what she'd heard, telling herself that she'd imagined it.

"N-no," she stammered.

"So what happened during your visit with Supergirl?" Doctor West asked. He kept his voice calm, not betraying the nervousness he felt inside. While most people would be glad to get a visit from National City's Girl of Steele, he knew Siobhan wouldn't be one of them. It'd be like an abuse victim getting visited by their abuser. And while he knew the analogy was a bit extreme, in Siobhan's case, it was pretty close.

"She wanted to swap beauty secrets," Siobhan joked, though her demeanor stayed stoic. When Doctor West raised his eyebrow at her, she let out an exasperated sigh and, "She came to talk about Winn's weekly visits."

"They concern her?"

Siobhan nodded. "Apparently they're friends. Just my luck, the guy I'm fall…the one person who comes to see me, is friends with the person who put me in prison. That's got to be the textbook definition of irony – or at least close to it."

"Does she want him to stop coming?"

"She wanted to make sure he was safe; afraid I'd hurt him. Stupid bitch."

You will.

"Siobhan, that seemed a little uncalled for."

He's on her side.

Siobhan's neck looked like it snapped from the way she suddenly looked around. That time she knew she heard those whispers. The same whispers she'd heard just before blasting Kara out the CatCo office window. But she was almost trance like when that happened, she remembered. She closed her eyes tightly, fighting off the influence, not even knowing if the banshee's influence was even exerting itself.

"Siobhan?"

He let her come. He doesn't trust you. No one trusts you.

"Siobhan?" Doctor West said a little louder.

"That glorified kewpie doll looked down on me from her high horse; asking me if Winn was safe when he was here. I should've screamed her to the floor."

"Siobhan, talk like that is the reason…," Doctor's West's voice trailed off as another went through her mind.

No one is here for you.

"I think we're done today," Siobhan cut off Doctor West as he'd kept talking. She hadn't heard him, and suddenly, was very okay with that.

"We still have twenty minutes."

"We're done."

"Siobhan, you have to spend an entire hour with me."

Siobhan glared at her doctor. She saw the usually caring face, and then, for a split second, his features morphed into a sick, twisted caricature. "A whole hour to tell you you're crazy."

Despite his face returning to normal, Siobhan felt both genuine fear, and building anger. A small part of her, the part clinging to the progress she'd been making he told herself that what she just saw wasn't real. But she was so tired from the lack of sleep that the whispers, and her own mind, told her otherwise.

Gathering her emotions, she slid the chair back just a few inches, lifted her right leg, and slammed it into the table, pushing into the good doctor. It knocked him off his chair as it slid nearly halfway across the room.

"Siobhan!"

"We're…DONE!"

Ten minutes later Siobhan found herself back in her cell, pacing the length of it. She didn't know if she was working off the angry energy that suddenly built up during her session, or trying to tell herself that she didn't need to act this way. That she overreacted.

Ten minutes after that, she was sitting down to her meal. The slop in front of her was far from appetizing, but she felt famished and forced herself to eat it.

A half hour after that, as she was lying in bed, her eyes closed as she tried to force herself to stay awake despite the almost uncontrollable urge she now had to sleep, she heard a knock on the glass. She looked up and saw Doctor West.

"What now, Doc? You want an apology?" she yawned.

"No, just came to make sure that you ate your food," he answered as he glanced over at the tray she left on the floor. Empty.

"Every bite. Do I get desert now."

"No, but you do get to rest properly. The full dose of sedative I had slipped into it should be hitting you already."

"Sed-sedative? You roofied me?"

"You need to rest, and maybe you'll calm down."

"You…you don't know what's gonna happen in my head," Siobhan slurred, the meds kicking in fully now. She felt herself become heavier, her eyes were trying to close, and when they were open, her vision was blurring.

"We can talk about that next week."

"D-damn…damn you," she slurred again, right before everything went dark.

Siobhan was standing before the glass of her cell. The hallway was quiet and dark, like the life had been sucked out of it. Standing across from her on the other side was the Silver Banshee.

"You need me," the Banshee said.

"Like I need a bullet to the skull."

"He's coming. You're going to need me."

"Who's coming?" Siobhan asked, her voice becoming edgy. "Who? Tell me. Speak to me."

The Banshee smiled, though it looked like a perversion of the act. And then she started to laugh menacingly.

"Wakey, wakey."

Siobhan didn't know how long she was out, but she didn't actually feel rested like Doctor West hoped. She felt groggy, and sore, and like she'd had the inside of her head slapped around. It took her a minute to realize that the pounding she registered wasn't in her head though, but against the glass of her cell.

"Get up, Smythe," she heard the guard yell, "You got a visitor."

After having her collar turned on and getting her hands shackled, she was being led toward the Sideshow. She looked out the window and noticed that the sun was brighter than when she was knocked out. "What time is it?" she asked, fighting back a yawn.

"One in the afternoon."

"It's Saturday?" she asked in disbelief. "I slept nearly an entire day?"

"Yup, it was glorious not having to put up with that mouth of yours," the guard laughed.

Sweetie, you couldn't handle my mouth, she thought as she neared the Sideshow Room. As they got closer she felt like her head was going to explode. There was pounding and throbbing. She could see flashes when she closed her eyes, flashes of herself then a split second later her Silver Banshee make-up and costume was on. Finally, as they neared the door, she heard whispers, which got louder until she heard an echoing scream in her skull of just two words.

He's here.

When the door opened, she was led into the visiting room and immediately froze. She felt a lump in her throat form and even bigger one in her stomach. She turned and tried to walk back out. The guard didn't let that happen.

"Take me back to my cell."

"He's got an hour Smythe," the guard replied as he held her by the shoulders.

"No," she almost whimpered, shaking off the guard's hands. "Take me back, now."

But it was all for naught. The guard, with help from another who he called in, practically forced her into the Sideshow and sealed the cell. As she turned toward her visitor, she heard them leaving, locking the door behind her.

"Hi, Siobhan."

Siobhan stood motionless for a few seconds, trying to figure out what to say and what to do. Finally, only one thing came to mind.

"Hi, Dad."