It was dark by the time Felicity stepped out on to the curb in front of Sara's house. The Queens had visited several times over the years, but she was always taken aback by the cuteness of the townhouse. Daisies grew in the window boxes, complementing the light blue color of the house.

To think that an ex-assassin lives here.

Felicity quickly ascended the stairs, but hesitated when she was on the porch. What if she was right? Surely the Furies wouldn't actually kill her… She did do them a favor, after all. That is, if it had really been her. She straightened her blazer and reached for the brass knocker, but the door opened before she could grasp it.

Standing before her was a seventeen-year-old girl with windblown, golden hair and big blue eyes. "Aunt Felicity? Why didn't you call first?"

"Wendy! Um… Surprise!" she replied awkwardly. "I was in the neighborhood and I thought—"

"Felicity?" The girl's father appeared behind her, holding a massive bowl of popcorn. "It's not like you to come without calling. Is everything okay?"

"Of course. I didn't mean to worry everyone. I just need to talk to Sara. Also, uh… where was she two weeks ago?"

Father and daughter exchanged a glance.

"Who's at the door?" Sara was coming down the stairs, her wet hair making tiny spots on her old S.T.A.R. Labs sweatshirt.

"Felicity's here to see you," said her husband.

Sara smiled. "Invite her in, then."

"I hadn't meant to make them so nervous," Felicity said as she got comfortable on Wendy's bed. Sara sensed it might be a tense conversation, so she insisted on showing her Wendy's prom dress. Kicking herself for having to work instead of finding a dress with her own daughter, Felicity touched the intricate floral beading at the hemline. "This is very pretty, by the way."

"I think it was the twentieth dress she tried on," Sara responded. "which wasn't so bad considering how fast she can move. The shoes, though…" Sara gestured to the open shoebox that held glittering stilettos. "Well, you know how particular she is about shoes."

"Penny's just as bad. She demands perfection when it comes to her combat boots." Felicity swallowed and put her hands in her lap. "Sara, I need you to be honest. I only want to protect you. Did you have anything to do with what happened in Nanda Parbat?"

Sara looked genuinely confused, and Felicity breathed a sigh of relief.

"What happened?"

"Now I'm hoping you can help me figure that out. Two weeks ago, everyone in Nanda Parbat was slaughtered."

"Why would you think I was involved?" Felicity watched the conflicting emotions dance on Sara's face.

"Because of the way Nyssa was killed."

"What?" Sara took a deep breath. "I know things ended badly, but I would never… How do you know Nyssa's dead?"

"A League member was interrogated. He said he was one of the few on assignment when it happened, and when he came back… They have no idea who did it. Neither do I, but when he said Nyssa was killed at very close range and that her body was laid out respectfully on her bed, I thought it might be you. And I thought he thought it too, and I couldn't have him saying your name because it would go on record and I didn't know what they would do to you."

Sara was near tears as she crossed her arms. "Well, I had nothing to do with it." She sat down beside Felicity. "It was someone on the inside, wasn't it? No one could have breached Nanda Parbat."

"Then why didn't that occur to Baqir at first?"

There was a flicker of recognition in Sara's eyes. "He was a senior member, loyal to the point of being brainwashed. Dissent was the worst crime you could commit in the League; anyone suspected was instantly killed. It wouldn't have even occurred to him that a group of dissenters would've formed, let alone succeeded."

"So you think it was a coup? Even with how they treated Nyssa?"

"It's likely that they would've respected her regardless."

"Well, dammit. I probably killed Baqir too soon. He really might've known who did it."

Sara's eyes narrowed. "What did he say, exactly?"
"I only understood the word 'traitor' when he started ranting in Arabic. The Furies have translators figuring out the rest."

She nodded. "Well, let me know if I can help. Whoever's capable of this is too dangerous to leave alone."

Suddenly Felicity felt guilty for bringing this to her. Sara had been about to sit down to a movie with her family when official Furies business came in and stirred up the past. "I should get going. Barry and Wendy must want to start the movie."

"Don't feel bad," Sara assured, putting her hand on her friend's shoulder. "We're still waiting on Wally."

Just then, the doorbell rang.

"Speak of the devil," Felicity said with a smirk.

"You're late," Sara teased before opening the door.

"Astoundingly, yes." A slim young man with unruly red hair and a sprinkling of freckles stood at the door, cradling a grocery bag overflowing with candy. "I was indecisive at the store."

"So you went ahead and bought everything." said Felicity, stepping into view.

"Mrs. Q!" Wally exclaimed, grinning. "You here for the movie?"

"Sorry, dear, I only came to speak with Sara." she responded, patting him on the arm as she passed him on her way out.

"Was it work related? Penny said you ditched her for work." Wally called after her. He winced in regret when she turned around. "Uh, not that she was mad or anything. She totally understood. Pretty psyched that Digglet got to take her since you couldn't."

Mrs. Queen smiled. "It's good to have her home from college, isn't it? Well, I'll let you get on with your movie."

"You sure you don't want to stay? I think it's that really old movie where that guy sings 'Twist and Shout' on a parade float."

Before she could reply to Wally, her phone rang. "Sorry," she said waving it in front of him. "I'm busy. Tell Barry and Wendy bye for me, please." She watched Sara and Wally enter the house as she answered her phone. It was Kyle.

"Hey, it wasn't Sara. Do we have any other leads?"

"In spite of you killing the only one we had? Yes."

"And?" she asked as she hailed a cab.

"It took a while to sort out that rage-induced tirade, but the translators managed to make it coherent. Baqir kept talking about Nyssa's shadow."

"What?"

"Weird, right? He kept calling Nyssa's shadow a traitor and cursed him in a dozen different ways before you snapped his neck."

"So, does 'he' even have a name?"

"If he does, Baqir never said it."

"So all we've got is a shadow. Great." A cab finally stopped and she got in.

"Also got proof that your hunch was right."

"Which hunch?" she asked after telling the cab driver to go to the airport.

"That contrition thing. You know, like the person who killed her felt sorry about it. Baqir said something like, 'you were her light, and you betrayed her.' Maybe it was her boyfriend, then."

Felicity's face scrunched in thought. "I didn't know she swung that way, but I guess that could work."

"Too bad you killed Baqir."

"Shut up, Kyle. And don't bother me unless you really need me." she snapped before hanging up.