"Are you nervous?" Sanjay leaned slightly against the wall with his arms folded, watching Hana finish her makeup.

"No," she said, though her voice quavered a bit.

"It's all right to be, if you are. I know it's been a long time since you've done anything like this."

Hana truly was not nervous at the prospect of doing a livestream – she'd done hundreds of them in her short life and was not at all camera shy. It was her head. She'd been feeling strange for the past few days, and today that strangeness had amplified. It wasn't necessarily painful, but it felt like someone was rooting around inside her brain. Her thoughts kept getting jumbled midway through, forcing her to stop and iron them out to avoid pouring a bunch of word salad out on Sanjay or anyone else.

"I'm fine." Her hand shook a little as she applied a touch of mascara to her eyelashes. "I'm…excited, actually."

"Really?" He raised his eyebrows and smiled. "Well I'm happy to hear that. I'm sure your fans have missed you."

Hana stared at herself in the mirror. I feel so weird. The girl in her reflection didn't feel like herself. It was as if there was some sort of disconnect there. Was I always like this?

She tugged at the Vishkar replica of the skin-tight bodysuit she always wore during her livestreams. The girl in the mirror did the same thing. Surely it had to be her. Didn't it?

"Hey, Sanjay?"

"Yes?"

She turned toward him. "The girl in the mirror…that's me, right?"

Sanjay blinked. "Um, yes. That's your reflection, Hana."

Hana turned and stared back at the mirror girl. She was pretty. Her real hair was starting to grow out nicely, an even layer of light brown fuzz covering her scalp, though she still wore a wig out in public. Her skin was flawless and smooth, almost unnaturally so. Someone whom Hana was fairly certain was not a dentist had filed her teeth down to make them look almost normal. One of her pupils was larger than the other, which she didn't remember from before she was cured.

"Hana…" She repeated her own name, rolled it around in her mouth and dragged each sound out. "Hana and…Hana." She touched the cool glass of the mirror's surface. Her reflection did the same.

"Are you all right?" Sanjay began to close the distance between them. "If you're not feeling up to streaming today, you don't have to."

The weirdness in her brain was spinning her thoughts into a maelstrom. "It's like…" she murmured. Sanjay looked at her with concern on his face. "It's like there's…worms in my brain…or something else…aliens or something…messing with my head…"

That seemed to alarm Sanjay. "Okay, we should probably check you out, then. Let's put off the livestream until you're better."

Hana slumped down onto the hard light dresser, one cheek rested on its cold surface. "There are alien worms in my brain and they want me to…I don't know…" She stared at the wall, not bothering to meet Sanjay's gaze.

From behind her she heard Sanjay paging for assistance. She shifted slightly and gazed out the window of her bedroom. The sky sure looked nice at this time of the afternoon. She wished she could reach up and stick her fingers all in it. Being inside all day was boring. It was maddening. Maybe that was how the alien brain worms were able to prey on her. She was bored and vulnerable.

I want to be outside. I should go outside.

She got up from the dresser and headed for the door.

"Hana, where are you going?" Sanjay chased after her.

"Outside. I need some air."

"You can't go unattended. I'll have to accompany y–"

Hana wandered off without him. She slammed the door before he could follow her, then disappeared down one of Vishkar's many identical hallways. She hadn't been outside in so long, but something was tugging her in that direction. It probably wasn't the best idea to follow wherever the brain worms wanted her to go, but she had little choice in the matter. Her body was practically moving itself.

She passed several Vishkar employees who were too caught up in their own business to stop and question her. Hana… Was she really that pretty girl in the mirror? That girl looked like a doll. Am I a doll? Am I even real?

There was a side exit to Vishkar that the employees usually used to go for smoke breaks and the like. It opened automatically, and she wandered out of it like a lost child. "Maybe I'm not real," she murmured to herself. "Maybe I'm just a doll and that's why Vishkar had to fix me. Maybe I'm a robot…maybe I'm an omnic…maybe I – yowch!"

She screeched as something snapped around her lower leg. Her immediate instinct was to jump away from the thing, but it had her held fast. It appeared to be some sort of homemade bear trap – and its design looked oddly familiar.

She was just sucking in another lungful of air to shriek some more when something else struck her – this time in the neck. Her hand drifted to it, and she was just able to feel out that it was some sort of dart before she collapsed to the ground, out cold.

Wait, we have to make an incision? I thought you could just, like, hack it long-distance or something–

I can. But I need to see what the hell I'm even looking at first.

Hell, mate, we ain't brain surgeons!

Neither was anyone at Vishkar, and hey, they pulled it off. Sorta.

Oddly familiar voices crept through Hana's head. She pried her tired eyes open. "Ahh!"

"Aghh!" A boy with patchy blonde hair jumped back. He had apparently been staring down at her. "Oi, Hana's awake!"

Several more faces crowded around to stare down at her. In the dim light of…wherever she was Hana couldn't make them out too well. She sat up, surprised that she wasn't tied down this time.

"How are you feeling, Hana?" a girl asked. "Sombra was trying to jam the signal to your chip. We weren't sure how well it worked."

"Are you gonna kill me?" Hana asked.

"Um, no. Why would we?"

"Wait, you couldn't anyway. I'm not real."

The strangers in the room exchanged glances. "…Right," the girl said. "Of course you're not. So we can't hurt you."

"Nope." Hana caught a glimpse of someone on a screen – a woman with purple hair in a pink and purple coat. She was watching the scenario with casual interest. "So what's going on? Are you guys with Vishkar?"

"You don't remember us?" The blonde boy furrowed his brow. He almost seemed hurt.

"My brain's a little wonky right now. There's alien worms chewing into it."

"What?" The boy startled. The girl shook her head at him.

"She's messed up from Sombra's interference. I'm pretty sure there aren't actual worms in her brain."

"Can we just do this?" The woman on the screen tapped her nails impatiently. "I don't have all day to hang out with you losers."

"What are we doing?" Hana glanced around at the ragtag group surrounding her. They didn't look like Vishkar employees, but they triggered a sense of familiarity in her for some reason. Whoever these people were, she felt strangely at ease with them.

"We're gonna remove the, uh – the 'brain worms' in your head." The girl eased her back down onto the countertop she'd woken up on. They seemed like they were in some sort of basement or something – it resembled Vishkar in its design, but not in its darkness and slight decay. It felt almost like a Vishkar property that had been abandoned, or maybe was never occupied to begin with.

The woman on the screen cleared her throat. "Actually you're not going to be removing it."

The girl turned to face the screen. "What? We're not?"

"It's embedded so deep in her brain that it's basically a part of it now. Maybe if you were a super skilled surgeon with years of experience you could get it out, but since you're not, if you try to remove it it'll be like cutting out a chunk of her brain. She'll either die or we'll end up with a Hana-Song-shaped vegetable on our hands." The woman shrugged. "The best we can do is reprogram it and hope it fixes her."

"Vishkar already fixed me. It was sick before."

"Yeah, that's not what happened," the woman replied in a casual tone. "Their discount neurosurgery screwed you up even worse than the radiation."

Hana blinked. "…What?"

An old woman stepped out of a shadowy corner of the room and gazed down at her with familiar, motherly concern. Hana's eyes widened as she stared into the woman's single visible eye. "Ana…?" A bolt of pain arced through her head. "Ow!" She curled up, squeezed her eyes shut and tugged at her little bit of hair. "Ah, ow!"

"What's wrong?" the younger girl asked, hurrying to her side. "Hana, are you okay?"

"Just let me go! Let me go back!" She needed Vishkar's medical attention. They were always able to help her. "Take me back…take me back…"

"Hana, please, you have to calm down if we're gonna help you. You can trust us, I promise." The girl took her hand and squeezed it. A spark, like a faint static shock, passed through Hana's hand and up her arm. Suddenly the pain receded.

Hana slowly pried her eyes back open. She was curled up against a wall – a wall topped with barbed wire and painted a solemn gray. She could feel something cold and wet running down her face.

I let them all down. The thoughts swirling in her head were not her own. It's all gone to hell now. Everything I tried to do…the legacy I wanted to leave…

"Boss?"

Hana uncovered her face and glanced up at a girl cautiously approaching her. She was dressed in a rather silly but oddly cute getup of mismatched leather pieces, and a pair of oversized motorcycle goggles covered half her face.

Is that…me? That thought was very much her own.

Even through the goggles the sparkle in the girl's eyes was clearly visible. That can't be me…my eyes don't look like that.

Hana turned away from the girl, trying not to let on that she had been crying.

"Are you okay?" the girl asked anyway, kneeling down to her.

Hana… An overwhelming feeling clutched at her heart when she stared into the sparkling eyes gazing down at her. Hana couldn't tell if it was her own feelings or the feelings of…Boss. Boss! That was the familiar girl in the Vishkar room!

"I knew we were running low on food." The words flowed out of Hana's mouth without her willing them to, as if she were simply watching the scene before her rather than taking an active part. "I should've warned them sooner. I just…didn't know how to tell them. I was scared of how they'd react."

Other Hana looked her over. One of her hands settled on the ground near Boss' leg. She felt a tiny tickle run through her body at the closeness between them. "Um, I don't really care about that right now," other Hana said. "I'm kinda more concerned with how you're even still alive."

She actually cares about me? Or at least wants to make sure I'm all right…that's the most concern I've gotten from any Junker here.

They talked on, speaking of things Hana could not remember but had apparently experienced in some other life. There was such a gentleness to their interactions. Vishkar had said the Junkers were all bad people, but Junker Hana didn't seem too bad. Neither did Boss. Hell, the other Junkers were standing guard all around them, keeping them safe. Looking out for each other. Like a family would do.

Other Hana reached out and took Boss by the sleeve of her jacket. "You're coming with us."

The emotion that claimed her then was undeniably Boss'. It felt like…love. Like she was lovestruck. She does care about me. Her face grew warm as other Hana pulled her to her feet and began leading her over to the rest of the Junkers. She knows what I am and she still wants me around.

With a small degree of hesitation, Hana lifted her hand and wrapped it tight around the other girl's. "Of course I want you around," she whispered, "you're my family."

The hand she was holding was no longer other Hana's. Now it was darker, and smoother to the touch. She raised her gaze to find herself staring at Boss, back in the mysterious Vishkar building the Junkers were holding her in.

"…Really?" Boss asked.

"What?" Once snapped out of the memory Hana was having trouble keeping her thoughts straight again.

"You said 'Of course I want you around, you're my family.'"

"Oh." Hana stared at her for a long time. Nobody spoke, but everyone was watching her. She slowly withdrew her hand from Boss' and said, "I thought I was cured. But I think I'm still sick."

"Don't worry, Deevs," the boy piped up, "we're gonna fix ya. You know we always got your back!"

Hana tried to muster a smile. "Thanks. I – I trust you guys."

A rapping at the door startled all of them out of the moment. Everyone immediately fell silent.

Boss ducked low and crept over toward the basement's door. The woman on the holovid screen quickly pulled her hood over her eyes and affixed a skull mask to cover the rest of her face. Everybody seemed ready for a confrontation. Hana couldn't help but feel like she was missing some key details.

The two male Junkers quietly approached the door with weapons at the ready. Boss counted down with three fingers. Upon putting down the final finger she threw the door open. The biggest Junker slung a giant, spiked hook through the doorway. There was a shriek, and something came crashing down the stairs.

Hana sat up from the counter, astonished to find that the shrieking person – now in the process of being tied up by Roadhog – was Satya. "Hey, don't hurt her!" Hana said as she climbed down and hurried over to the other Junkers.

"Release me, you ruffian!" Satya's artificial palm was glowing, as if she were trying to construct something, but without the use of her other hand it was largely impossible. Her visor was cracked, probably from the fall down the stairs, and her favorite blue dress was now stained with dirt across the front. Hana had never seen her look so disarrayed. "I came here to assist you, not to be hog-tied!"

"Hey, that's his specialty," the blonde boy said.

The hacker on the screen made no attempt to hide how funny she found the situation. She was leaned back in her chair, clutching her stomach and guffawing.

"You're here to help?" Hana knelt down beside Satya on the cold cement floor. "Seriously?"

"No way." Boss got between the two of them. "No one from Vishkar is getting involved in this. Especially not her." She cast a glance around at the other Junkers, making sure she held everyone's attention. "We leave her tied up until we're done and out of here. Let Vishkar find her when they find her."

"I got a better idea." The blonde Junker dropped a mine-like bomb at Satya's feet and pulled a detonator button from the pocket of his shorts. Satya's eyes widened.

"No, don't!" Hana didn't even hesitate to pick the bomb up and toss it away. "Can we at least see what she has to say first?"

"Why, so she can lie to us again?" Boss snarled. "Acting like she was setting us free when she was just dumping us into this creepy-ass empty Vishkar city that's all walled off from the outside."

"I wanted to ensure you were capable of returning to civilization. I had to test it in a safe environment first." Satya turned her nose up slightly. "And I am glad I did."

"So why did you come after me?" Hana asked. "To bring me back to Vishkar?"

Satya paused. Her clenched jaw loosened a little, and she fixed her eyes more on the floor than on Hana. "There were Junkers who were brought to Vishkar before your group arrived."

Hana blinked. "There were?"

Satya nodded. "Twelve, to be exact. I did not much interact with them, but I heard all that I felt I needed to know. That they were savage, soulless creatures, little more than beasts wearing human flesh. All public Vishkar record stated that they were relocated to housing communities throughout India, monitored closely and given frequent medical checkups."

Hana waited for her to finish. She was silent for a long time, taking a few deep breaths before continuing.

"I have learned recently that this was never true. All twelve of the Junkers were…disposed of, right here at Vishkar."

"They killed them?" Boss knelt down beside Hana, focusing mainly on Satya. "I had Junkers disappear while they were out scavenging. That could have been them." She gritted her teeth. "I lost good people, and all this time they might have been killed by your fucking company."

"I know." Satya leveled her with a neutral stare. "As I said, I only learned of this recently."

"Thanks to yours truly." The hacker pressed her thumb to her chest. "I'm so happy to hear you're actually opening your eyes and paying attention to Vishkar's scummy side for once. I'm proud of you, Satya!"

"Be quiet." Satya narrowed her eyes at the woman, then slowly returned her attention to Hana and Boss. "When I learned of this, I was horrified. Vishkar's stated goal is to build a better world, and to uplift humanity. I understand that some people are unsalvageable, but to simply round up human beings in poor environments and mass execute them…"

Hana was having trouble processing everything Satya was saying. Her brain was starting to tickle again, and there was a dull ache at its core, like it was trying to grow its way out of her skull. She sat back on her heels and massaged her temples. To her surprise Boss slipped one arm delicately around her waist and allowed Hana to lean on her.

"I convinced myself that taking some lives to benefit the whole of humanity was acceptable. But that is not what Vishkar is doing with the Junkers. They are systematically eliminating them. They would have killed you too, Hana, had you not been more useful to them alive."

Hana rested her cheek on Boss' shoulder. "I thought Vishkar was helping me…"

"They stifled your free will so that you would agree with them. At first I did not disapprove of such methods – all my life I have held the belief that humankind can only improve itself through heightened cooperation and the shedding of conflicting individual ideals. That is how even the lowliest of creatures, like the ant, have managed to colonize the entire earth." Satya sighed. "But perhaps humans are not so simple. You were not flourishing like I had hoped you would. All of your strengths – your stubbornness, your kindness, your wit – all were so very dulled. You were not yourself at all. And it was…depressing. I felt a sense of guilt like I had never experienced before."

"So how are you planning on helping us?" Boss interrupted Satya's monologue to ask.

Satya looked around at the Junkers. "I cannot show you unless you untie me. At least my arms."

"No way." Boss straightened her spine. "I know how you operate. All your power is in your arms. We give you use of those and we're screwed."

Satya's eyes narrowed. "Then I cannot assist you."

Hana lifted her eyes to Boss' face. She was struggling to follow the back-and-forth of Boss and Satya's conversation. All she knew was that she was feeling sad for some reason. She missed her friends at Vishkar. She wanted to get back to them.

After a few seconds of the sad feeling leaking into her head, Hana stood up and began to walk away. "Whoa, where are you going?" Boss latched on to her arm. Hana shook her loose and kept going, up the stairs of the strange basement. "Hana!"

"I just wanna – just gonna go tell Sanjay…" She stumbled on the stairs, caught herself, and continued half-walking, half-crawling up the flight.

"Retrieve her." Satya's tone changed. "Or she will return and tell them everything that transpired here."

Suddenly Hana was scooped up by the big masked Junker. "Hey, let me go! They're probably…Sanjay will want to know where I am…" Ignoring her protests, the man carried her over to where Ana was lurking in the far corner of the room. He dropped her at her feet.

Hana looked up at her. Ana stared down at her. Neither of them spoke for a long time. Then Ana eventually said, "It has been quiet without you."

Hana tilted her head. "Do I usually talk a lot?" Vishkar rewarded quietness. Quiet time eating, quiet time putting on her makeup, quiet time playing video games or watching the holovid. She was usually expected just to listen to the Vishkar employees and not to produce her own opinions.

Ana frowned. "What have they done to you?"

"Vishkar? Vishkar…" A sudden realization struck her. "I have to get back to them! I have to do my livestream–"

"You're not going anywhere." Boss grabbed her and held her in place. "Not until we reprogram that chip or whatever."

Hana wriggled in her arms. "No! I have to go!"

"Junkrat, Roadhog, can you guys make sure she doesn't go anywhere?"

Junkrat and Roadhog. That's right, those are their names. I remember.

They seized her immediately. Junkrat stared right into her eyes, with that same mix of sadness and pity they all seemed to hold toward her. "C'mon, Hana," he said, "You're a Junker. And Junkers are tough. You can fight off those Vishkar bastards!"

"I'm not so tough." A tingle in her head reminded her of her true purpose with Vishkar. "I'm supposed to be cute and endearing." She giggled a little. "Who would want a company representative that's tough and mean?"

"I'm losing control here," Sombra said. "We have to do this now."

Boss returned her attention to Satya. "If I untie your arms – if – what are you going to show us?"

"I have obtained some relevant classified Vishkar documents. They will aid you in counteracting Hana's reprogramming."

"Reprogramming?" Hana twisted in Junkrat's grip. "Is that what the aliens did? Vishkar said there were aliens in my brain. Or wait, was that something else…oh, I saw this old movie on the holovid where aliens burst out of people's stomachs. Maybe I have an alien in my stomach, too. Is my brain gonna explode? Kinda feels like it…"

Boss exhaled. In one flippant motion she yanked the chains off of Satya's arms. "Thank you," Satya said, her chin high. She did not waste a moment shaping something with her freed hands. Across the floor a stretch of hard light came together, forming some sort of three-dimensional blueprint.

"What's this?" Boss asked.

"The schematics to Hana's microchip."

"Whoa, seriously?" Sombra leaned in close to the camera. "Even I wasn't able to get that."

"It wasn't uploaded to our servers. All that exists are physical sheets of hard-light blueprints, like this one."

"That'll be super useful. Can one of you bring it over here?"

Boss gingerly scooped up the hard light document and set it down in front of the holovid screen. Sombra pored over it for some time before saying, "Yeah, this will definitely help me reprogram it."

"So will you still need us to cut open her head?" Boss asked.

Sombra shook her head. "No, I probably won't now. This thing has it all, even the hash codes. All I'll have to do is…"

She began typing away at an unseen keyboard, all the while mumbling to herself in a string of technobabble Hana couldn't have understood even with her normal amount of brain functionality.

Boss still didn't look too impressed. "So, what," she asked Satya, "that's it, you've turned on Vishkar now?"

"No." Boss raised her eyebrows at Satya's response, but allowed her to elaborate. "I still believe that Vishkar's end goals are good. There is corruption within our ranks, and I will root it out and rid the company of the evil people who have taken hold there. Then we will be back on our righteous path."

"So you're still loyal to them?"

"Vishkar is my family. They are my home." Satya's gaze flicked over Hana and the rest of the Junkers, then back to Boss. "Surely you understand not wanting to abandon your family simply because they have committed some wrongs."

Boss kneaded the leather of her jacket, avoiding Satya's stare. "A long time ago…"

"Hm?" Satya sat back a little, making use of her free arms to support herself.

"A long time ago Hana said she had hoped you would leave Vishkar and join the Junkers."

Hana perked up. "Did I say that?"

"Yeah. You said you figured it wasn't going to happen, but you had a sort of pipe dream of Satya coming along with us when we leave here."

"Is Satya gonna join the Junkers?" A swirl of emotions stirred her up inside. "What about Vishkar? You're their star…I am, too…they need us. They need us to–" She gasped. "The livestream!"

"Nope, you're not goin' anywhere Deevs." Junkrat held her down while she struggled to get to the stairs.

Sombra continued tapping away at her keys, using the schematics as an apparent reference. The blueprint meant nothing to Hana. "They put a microchip in my brain?" she eventually asked, settling down from struggling in Junkrat's arms.

"Yeah." Sombra kept typing. "They're controlling your neural impulses. Or they were before I jammed the signal. Ha, SHA-1? What is this, the 2020s?" She pulled up a projection of a screen. "Boom." She poked the screen with one finger. "I'm in. I should have pretty much total control over the chip now."

"So you can control my brain?"

"Hm. Let's find out." She swiped her finger across the screen.

An awkward, yet strangely pleasant sensation flooded through Hana. She felt her cheeks warm as heat surged to parts of her body she was not quite expecting. She clasped her hands together and sank to her knees on the floor, her face scrunched. Her hands settled in her lap as she subconsciously attempted to cover said affected parts.

"How do you feel?" Boss asked.

"Um…" Hana coughed weakly. "Well, it did something."

Sombra lifted her mask, long enough to show Hana just how much she was grinning. "Oh my God. That wasn't what I was trying to do, but that's freaking hilarious."

"Wait, what'd it do?" Junkrat eyed her curiously.

"Change it back, please," Hana whimpered. "This is really awkward."

"Okay, okay, fine." Sombra swiped back the other way. The feeling slowly began to recede. "Let's try another one."

"No, please–"

Sombra fiddled with some other settings. Hana waited, trying to make note of any changes she felt.

"Anything?" Sombra asked.

Hana examined herself. "나는 다르다고 느끼지 않습니다."

Everyone stared at her. Hana blinked. "영어 잘 못해…"

"Oi, she's speakin' Asian now!" Junkrat thrust his hands out in her direction.

"It's probably Korean," Boss replied. "You must be messing with the part of her brain that handles language."

"Can ya at least understand us?" Junkrat clutched her by the arm, his eyes wide.

Hana nodded.

"This is so interesting." Sombra was clearly having a great time messing around in Hana's head.

Hana scowled at her. "당신은 나를 도와 주어야 합니다."

"Sorry? Didn't get that."

Hana's scowled deepened. That only amused Sombra further, though she resumed playing with the settings, optimistically in an attempt to fix what she'd messed up.

After some tinkering Hana finally dared to speak aloud. "Am I bilingual again? Oh, thank God." She murmured a bit of Korean under her breath to ensure she hadn't lost that, either. "Will you stop messing with my brain now? Can't you just deprogram the chip or whatever?"

"What do you think I'm trying to do?" Sombra was still snickering to herself, belying her answer. As she continued to fiddle with the chip's settings Hana could feel the changes to her perception and mood. It was disorienting. She ended up sitting beside Satya on the floor. The cool cement helped to ground her a little.

"I don't suppose you would be willing to untie me," Satya said.

"Your arms are free, can't you untie yourself?"

"If I untie myself your friends will think I am trying to attack them."

"Hm. True." Hana reached over and started fiddling with the chains that bound her. Satya sighed and held still. Eventually the chains fell to the ground with a clatter. The Junkers all turned to them. "It's okay, guys. She's not gonna attack us."

Boss was clearly about to protest, but Sombra interrupted before she could. "So I think I found the way to factory reset," she said. "Let me know if you feel any sudden changes."

Hana swallowed. She sat and waited with false patience as this woman she had absolutely no faith in rooted around inside her head.

"There. How do you feel now?"

Hana looked around, then glanced down at her own self. "…These clothes aren't very practical for survival." She tugged at the thin bodysuit. "I wonder if they still have my old clothes somewhere?"

"Wait, so are you back to your Junker self?" Boss clasped her hands together, wincing, as if prepared for the worst.

Hana stared at her for a long time. Then she threw herself into the other girl's arms. Tears cascaded down her face – and when she opened her eyes she found that Boss was crying, too. They clung to each other for ages, Hana basking in the human contact after so many weeks of being kept at arm's length by Vishkar.

"Good lord, somebody's gonna have to break out the tissues." Junkrat grabbed Hana next, wiping her tears with his organic hand. "S'good to have you back, Hana."

"Aaand let's not forget the one who was responsible for saving her!" A hologram of clapping hands manifested around Sombra. She took a bow.

Hana drew back from Boss and Junkrat. "Thank you," she said to Sombra. "Thank you so much."

Sombra removed her mask. "Well hey, don't – don't go getting all sappy about it. I have an agenda, you know."

Hana nodded. "I know."

Sombra pulled her eyes away from Hana. "And, uh…" She traced circles on the desk in front of her with a fingernail. "I know about what happened to your parents. I lost mine real young too. Sucks."

Hana bit her lip. All she could do was nod again.

"Are you sure you're all right?" Ana took Hana's hand and squeezed it lightly. "Be honest, Hana."

"Well I feel all right. I don't know for sure that I am, but I feel like I can actually think again."

Ana didn't respond. After a wordless moment, she drew Hana into her arms and embraced her. Hana sniffled and clung to her. "I knew something was missing," she murmured. "All this time…"

The basement door flew open. It slammed against the wall and echoed through the tiny room. Everyone froze. This time Sombra fully disconnected, leaving them alone in the near-dark.

Satya's eyes widened as she stared up at the man who had thrown the door open. Hana's throat went bone dry.