A week passed in which each of the Titans had returned to their own normal routine. Kole had begun a new friendship with both Frances Kane and Michael Belden, opting not to return to Titans' Tower with the others, but instead to stay in San Francisco, close to her friend Joseph Wilson. Although the Raven entity hadn't shown up in days, Kole knew she was there, someplace, sort of watching from the shadows. And both Nightwing and Troia kept daily contact to see if she needed anything, or if there was anything they could do to help. Kole would assure them that Sarah and her team were doing everything to make Joey comfortable, and that he seemed to be coming a long way with his rehabilitation. He hadn't used his powers yet since the day he became reborn, but Kole was confident that Joey was fine. Princess Koriand'r had remained in the area, too; her vacation had been cut short, but she told Kole she felt like this was where she belonged, keeping an eye over Joey. Kole knew Kory was keeping watch for the possible return of Deathstroke, and didn't want her friend left vulnerable to abduction. In a way, although it felt very safe having Starfire on guard, Kole felt very safe at S.T.A.R. Some type of meta-human was almost always nearby. They weren't the actual Titans she'd loved and worked with, but they were strong willed and powerful in their own right. And Beast Boy, who was now calling the west coast his home, was also on daily check-in status. So Kole was confident things weren't going to run amok, at least not until Joey was back up to being himself.
"Hey, you," chirped Kole as she peeked in on her friend. The adjustable bed was positioned allowing Joey's back to be somewhat upright, and he was half-watching some sort of mindless afternoon court television. There was a riser table in front of him, on which sat a tray with a half-eaten grilled cheese sandwich and a Styrofoam cup with a white bendy straw sticking out of it. His eyes widened when he heard her voice.
"Kole," he said as she came in. There was a medic in the room, one of many who'd been strictly posted to stand guard over the patient by Sarah, also sitting and watching the tube. He, too, acknowledged Kole with a small nod.
Kole sat as Joey's side and held his hand and the two of them talked for a long while. Neither of them knew that the medic in the room was not just a S.T.A.R. employee, but was also on the illustrious payroll of Slade Wilson. And neither of them knew that, only a few miles away, in a cold and empty studio apartment on the top floor of a San Francisco building, Deathstroke the Terminator was hearing every word of their conversation, biding his moment to strike and collect his son.