The sudden yelling forced Mercy's eyes open, her blood pumping through her veins with adrenaline soon hitting her brain. She quickly sat up and looked at her door, eyes wide and full of fear. She had hoped it had just been a dream, the voice calling out. She jumped as her door was soon being banged on, the voice coming back.

"GODDAMMIT ANGELA WAKE UP! COME ON!" The voice was full of panic and a desperation, and Mercy could hear something happening on the other side of her door. Were those gunshots? She swallowed hard as she quickly got up, stumbling a bit from still being a bit drunk. She went to her door and slowly opened, merely looking out with one eye.

Nothing.

Not a soul was on the other side, just the soft wind and the bright of the moon shining through a window not too far from her door. A cold sweat started to creep down her head and neck as Mercy tired to calm herself once more, looking back over to find that she was out of her drink. She cursed softly to herself, before something outside her door caught the corner of her eye. Her neck nearly snapped with how quickly she turned back to the opening. In her drunken state, she figured it was Hana or Lena out for a midnight snack but a part of her needed to know. That and she needed to get more alcohol, just in case.

She closed her door once more, walking back to where her armor sat, looking a bit dingier than she remembered. She wiped her face off with her sleeve as she slipped her shoes on, stretching a bit as she grabbed her sidearm from the holder beside her staff. She hadn't really planned on using it, but she wasn't about to take any sort of chance. Putting her hair up in a high ponytail, Mercy made her way back to her door and slipped out, pistol in hand as she looked both ways down the hallway.

Not seeing anything either way, Mercy headed to the right, as that had been the way that the figure had been going. She slowly made her way down the hall, the soft air of the night blowing through the open windows of the place. The smell of the salty sea filled her nose, mixing with the sound of the waves and helping Mercy remain calm as she headed towards nothing in particular.

"Hana? Lena? Hello?" She called out softly, her eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. She had started to sober up a tad, though she was a bit hesitant to face a noise she had heard. Taking a deep breath, she turned and pointed her gun towards an empty hallway. At least, it looked empty at first. The longer Mercy looked down the hall, the more her eyes told her that something was there. Her breathing picked up as she saw the shadow dip into another hallway and without even thinking Mercy gave chase, her footsteps echoing in the hall as she closed the gap between her and the mysterious figure.

She looked into every room and hall that she passed, before she finally found the correct one. Her heart was pounding as she stood in the doorway, the shadow figure standing and facing away from her in a corner. Mercy slowly stepped inside, her eyes glued to the figure as her hand shakily looked for the light switch. She swallowed hard as she found it and flipped it, the lights flickering to life but not helping much. The bulbs of the room seemed to have busted, the dim lighting only adding to the creepiness of the room and it's inhabitant.

The flickering had gotten the figures attention, as Mercy could feel it staring her down. She didn't want to look at it, a feeling in her gut telling her that nothing good would come of it. She felt hot tears forming at the corners of her eyes, as though she knew what the figure was. WHO the figure was.

"Gabriel... why... are you here..." She softly spoke, her eyes staring at the floor. She clutched her pistol tightly in case he attacked her, though she was not sure if she could truly use it if she needed to.

The figure stood there for a few more moments, the tension in the air growing thick. The voice that filled her ears was not what she had expected though. It wasn't the rough, gruff voice of Gabriel or Reaper. It was soft spoken, with an heir of mystery and a hint of youth. The voice sounded troubled, it's words gripping at Mercy's heart.

"You did this to me, Angela."

Mercy couldn't stop herself from looking up, her eyes coming face to face with what could only be described as an abomination's nightmare. What stood before her was the body of Genji Shimada, the suit that she had made for him to keep him alive. But it was twisted and disgusting from head to toe. The usual white was spattered in blood and grime, his arms and legs having many spots where bone was poking out. Mercy felt sick to her stomach as her eyes were glued to his face, the hot tears growing worse. The once handsome young man's face was half ripped off, an arrow through his eye. His expression, at least from the half of his face with skin still on it, was sad and disappointed as he stood there, judging her.

"Gen...Genji no... I... I fixed you... I made you better..." Mercy's knees gave out, her hands hitting the floor as the tears started to fall to the floor, her voice getting weak and cracking as she continued.

"You were... dead... they wanted me... I wanted to... bring you back..."

"Angela..."

"You were so innocent, you never wanted anything to do with this, and yet I did this to you..."

"Angela."

"I had been working so hard... no more death... we could help everyone... but you... just a test..."

"ANGELA!"

Mercy felt her body being shaken as her eyes shot open, the bright light overhead blinding her for a few seconds as she grumbled and groaned, the first feeling she got was that of the hot tears down her face. As she shook the blindness and slumber away, she quickly looked around, finding herself in her room once more. Her breathing was already quick as she slipped away from whoever it was that had shaken her from her nightmare.

"Gen... he was... what time is it?" Mercy's mind was going a mile a minute as she tried to get up, only to find herself forced back onto the couch by a slightly playful shove.

"Well hello and good morning to you as well."

Mercy finally paid attention to who was in her room with her and instantly felt her body go limp with reassurance.

"Fareeha..." She quietly spoke, her eyes gazing over the woman with an endearment that few received. She felt her lips curl into a smile without her permission, as the woman smiled back.

"Please Angela, only my mother calls me that." She smirked a bit before going to grab Mercy a cold glass of water, coming back and sitting beside her and holding it out to her in a rather demanding way.

"Drink this. Believe it or not, it does a body better than that stuff..." Her eyes pointed to the empty bottle that was laying beside Mercy's couch. Mercy took the glass of water and gulped it down rather greedily, her body needing more of the cool liquid as she finished it.

"More... please..." Mercy coughed a bit as she held out the glass, with Fareeha smiling and nodding as she took it from her. Mercy watched the woman go this time, finally able to pay attention to more than her voice. Thankfully the woman wasn't wearing her power armor, a feat that few seemed to be able to get her to perform. Though if Mercy knew Ana, then her daughter had had little choice once the two of them had arrived.

Once again Ana filled Mercy's mind, making her a bit sick as she scowled to herself, trying to dismiss the negativity in the presence of Fareeha. She once again smiled as she looked over the grown woman, remembering how the girl had been such a cute child. She had had a rough life that was for sure. Having such a legend of a mother, only for her to be thought dead for so long. Mercy had done her best to try and keep the young girl from anything dealing with the military or government protection services or just anything that really dealt with guns and bad people in general. She had obviously failed, but Fareeha had done quite well for herself.

"So.. what brings you back here?" Mercy finally piped up as Fareeha came back to sit down with the full glass of water. Mercy took it and began to gulp more of the cold liquid, her body getting enough for the moment.

"Well as you already know, my mother is finally back, thanks to 76." Fareeha smiled as she crossed her legs on the couch. "After he found her, she came and found me. I'm just glad that she did it sooner rather than later. I mean, if I had to find it out from you or anyone else, that woman would have gotten a stern talking to!" Fareeha laughed lightly, causing Mercy to smile a bit. Of course it was a little concerning that Jack and Ana hadn't told the girl about Jack being 76. Why had they told her and not Fareeha? She questioned it a bit in her head before her thoughts were interrupted.

"What's going on Angela?" Fareeha asked rather bluntly, her tone and expression very serious all of a sudden.

"Huh? Wha... what do you mean?" Mercy asked rather dumbly, as if trying to play off the fact that she had just been shaken out of a drunken nightmare, the remnants of which were still playing in her head.

"Angela, how long have we known each other? I know when things are getting to you. This isn't the first time I've had to shake you out of a drunken sleep..." Fareeha's eyes were staring at Mercy and not letting up, but they weren't cold in any sense. Her look was one of worry and of caring.

"I.. well.. it's just that..." Mercy didn't even know where to begin with all of the things that had been going on. She took a deep breath and tired to calm her nerves as she looked into Fareeha's eyes.

"I think I'm losing my mind."