"The procedure shouldn't take long," Jemma assured a nervous Coulson as they watched doctors prepare instruments inside a sterile pod. "She's been healing at an exponential rate, most likely due to her alien DNA…or perhaps the GH-325 that somehow remains in her system, but I suspect it may be a combination of both. You know when we gave it to her and she had no adverse reaction at all it probably just…" Coulson laid a hand on the young doctor's arm. Jemma only rambled when extremely anxious.

"It's okay, Jemma. We know she's in good hands." He spoke softly and held her elbow directing her toward the room where her one and only patient was being prepped for the procedure that would replace the piece of skull removed to prevent serious brain injury.

May stood by the girl's side causing extreme stress to the two level one techs that were tasked with the preparation. The taller tech wiped the sweat from his forehead for the third time carefully checking IV lines and infusers. The second tech's hands shook so violently she dropped the hypodermic to the floor then tipped a tray creating a staccato clanging as it hit the floor. She looked up as Simmons and Coulson entered the room. Tears formed in the girl's eyes as May crossed her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow in silent chastisement.

"Both of you, out of here," Jemma ordered with quiet authority as she stepped toward Daisy's bed. The tall tech bent to pick up the scattered materials. "Leave it." She commanded. "I'll take care of this myself and speak with both of you, at length, later." She peered at them over her brow as they nodded then backed out of the room before disappearing down the hallway.

Phil gave a small grin. "Poor kids…"

"Lucky kids," May corrected without changing her position. She watched as Simmons opened drawers and cabinets preparing a replacement hypodermic and lifting the sheet to inject the young patient.

"Lucky?" Phil knit his brows as he turned toward May.

"Lucky you two came in when you did."

Daisy gave a soft moan and Jemma whispered a quick apology and rubbed the injection spot to help ease the sting. "Just one more for now and I promise no more for a while." She gave a sad smile and swabbed the site for the second injection.

May moved closer and took Daisy's hand. Despite the girl's semi-conscious state she squeezed the hand holding hers letting out another slightly louder moan as Jemma finished, pulled the sheet back over her patient and turned away for a moment.

"She'll be out in a few minutes and they'll come for her." She said turning back and giving Daisy's hand a quick squeeze. "She can hear you if you want to take a moment." She smiled and leaned closed to her friend. "You behave yourself in there or you and I will have words." She placed a soft kiss on the girl's temple and quickly wiped away a tear hoping the couple on the opposite side of the bed had not seen.

"We'll be here when you get back, angel. Listen to your doctor and be good." Coulson bent and kissed the girl's forehead.

"Don't you do anything stupid," May squeezed the girl's hand and felt the weakening squeeze in return. Her tone softened as she whispered close to Daisy's ear. "Wǒ ài nǐ, bǎo bǎo."

An older more experienced tech arrived at the door and smiled at their concerned faces. "We'll take good care of her." He smiled as he moved past them and used one foot to release the lock on the gurney's wheels. He quickly made sure all equipment was secure and easily pushed the patient toward the sterile treatment room. He nodded at Coulson as he passed. May remained along side the gurney, holding Daisy's hand and walking next to her until they reached the double glass doors and she could go no farther. Coulson was at her side with an arm around her shoulder, trying desperately to be the stronger one and knowing he was failing miserably.

Jemma pressed a button on the glass wall turning it opaque. "Come," she said simply, motioning toward the exit.

"Daisy! Daaaaaa-zeeeeeee," some oddly familiar voice called her in a silly sing-song rhythm. For a moment she wondered if someone was calling for their dog…huh, yeah Daisy was a good dog name. "Daaaaaaaaaaaaa-zeeeeeeeeeeee," it called again, a little closer but still in a soft sing-y voice. "Waky, waky."

She forced her eyes open and was surprised that the pain that had tortured for what seemed like months was almost bearable. She blinked a few times bringing things into focus. She wasn't quite sure where she was but it seemed safe. She also realized she was lying on the ground…again. This was getting tiring. Looking around quickly for some half-crazed, grudge-bearing nun she slowly pulled herself to stand. It actually felt weird to be upright, her legs were wobbly.

"DAISY!"

Daisy jumped as she turned toward the voice immediately recognizing it but not the person using it. She expected to see Cal…her crazy father but not the man who stood a few feet from her. He was…was bigger…yeah that was it…he was bigger, lots bigger. She quickly took inventory of her own body making sure that she was not smaller therefore making it appear that he was larger. Nope, everything was in place and as far as she could tell she was her normal size.

"I've missed you sooooo much!" He smiled at her and she noticed his teeth seemed almost comical, like those someone wears as a joke or maybe as part of a Halloween costume. She didn't answer, just stared taking in all that was…or wasn't him.

His hair was lighter and bushy, wild and uncombed. His suit didn't really fit; the sleeves were too short exposing his over-sized hands. 'Wow,' she thought, 'he could catch a fly-ball without a mitt!' and immediately shook off the thought at the site of his mangled discolored fingernails. She grimaced and took a step back, quickly glancing over her shoulder for a means of escape. She wasn't sure what had happened to him and didn't really want to stick around to find out. Because unless he was trying out for a part in the Hunchback of Notre Dame, he was pretty messed up.

"Daisy," he called again reaching out for her. His Neanderthal brows lifted slightly as he shuffled toward her.

"No way, Captain Caveman!" The girl turned intending to run, even with wobbly legs she was sure she could do better than he would. But stopped immediately before she crashed into…

"Daisy," the woman, who wasn't there a second ago, spoke softly, tilting her head to one side with a small smile. "We're here to take you home." She took the girl's hand in hers. Daisy tried to pull away but Cal was now behind her, his large hands on her shoulders. Without thinking she sent out a strong pulse of power intending to push both away. The sting in her thigh was intense and immediate. It stilled the pulse and brought her to her knees.

"These damn bugs!" She bellowed as she went down only realizing when she hit the ground that Cal and Jiaying were seated next to her.

"We've been searching everywhere for you, daughter." Jiaying smiled and reached out to stroke the girl's cheek. Her touch sent slivers of pain through Daisy's head. She shivered with the memory of this woman draining her life-force.

"We're going to take you home!" Cal exclaimed bouncing with crazed glee.

Daisy batted at the woman's hand and pushed herself away as Cal crab-crawled after her. "No, no…it's okay. We're all going together." He crooned, raising his hairy eyebrows.

"You belong with us, daughter." Jiaying took her hand a second time and Daisy felt as if it had been plunged into ice.

"No!" Daisy protested. "You…you're dead!" She stated matter-of-factly at Jiaying then turned to Cal who was much too close. "And you…" she tried to push him away and stand but Jiaying held her hand tightly. "You're…you're not…you're not…not r-r-right." She scrunched her face and ignored the pain it caused. "Let me go."

"You're coming with us." Jiaying still smiled and spoke in the quiet patronizing tone that now grated on Daisy's every nerve and sent waves of pain through her silently throbbing head.

"No…I'm not…" Daisy growled through her teeth, again trying to free her now numb hand.

"It's okay, Daisy. Once we get you home, you'll see everything will be fine. We took care of everything." Before she could stop him Cal scooped her up in his arms and held her close. Jiaying still held her hand. She kicked her feet and pounded on the creature's chest with her free hand but he just chuckled at her effort. Jiaying squeezed tighter and the intense ache and cold caused her to grit her teeth and squeeze her eyes tightly shut.

The same tech rolled the gurney back into the medical pod, moved all equipment back in place, checked the monitors and smiled at the small group that stood waiting. "She did great." He assured them. "We'll let her sleep for a bit before we start waking her." He nodded toward Jemma and walked out of the room.

May and Coulson moved to Daisy's side as Jemma double checked the monitors. The bandage around the girl's head was much smaller than it had been, gone was the turban of thick gauze. Replaced by a 'slice of bread' sized patch held in place by gauze wound around her head a few times. The swelling too had subsided replaced by the yellowing bruises that were slowly healing, but the girl was now recognizable and the remnants of her ordeal sent pistons of rage through the woman holding her hand.

"She's so cold." Coulson noticed.

"The piece they replaced has been kept frozen since…since the first procedure." Jemma changed course to save them from the technical aspects of a craniotomy. "It could be a short term side effect. Although I am sure it was quite cold in the treatment room as well. I will check her temperature and get another blanket." Jemma pulled a thermometer from one of the drawers and brought it to Daisy's ear. It beeped a few seconds later. "A bit elevated but nothing to worry about. We've been giving her some very strong antibiotics to ward off any infection." She smiled. "I'll get that blanket." She moved out of the room promising to return quickly.

"She seems so small." Coulson said before he realized he was speaking and not just thinking. He rubbed a hand over the light blanket that covered her legs. "We need to tell her, Mel. I don't know what's going to happen when she finally wakes up and I'm pretty sure Jemma is keeping some things to herself, but she needs to know the truth."

May closed her eyes and pursed her lips. She shook her head. "I'm not sure she'll believe us, Phil, not after all that's happened. Not after all this." She looked him in the eye and he was sure he saw unspent tears in his normally stoic partner.

"Maybe we all need to face some truths." He moved next to May and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. She relaxed in his embrace resting her head back against his shoulder.

"One truth?" She asked without turning toward him.

"One," he answered.

"We…all of us…get the monsters that did this. The hell with Mace and his platitudes, we get these bastards." He could feel her tense and gently rubbed his hand up and down her arm.

"One truth," he agreed desperately trying to contain his own rage. "I've got Mack on it. He's been to see Angie and Mario. As soon as she's conscious and I know for sure that she's on the mend, I'll join him."

"We'll join him."

Daisy opened her eyes.

"Join us, daughter." Jiaying sat at a long table, Cal at the opposite end. She motioned toward a third chair placed at the side of the table, midway between them. Daisy stood frozen in place. She looked from one to the other, moving only her eyes.

He still looked like Neandro-Cal and Daisy really had a hard time watching him. Did he have blood on his sleeve…on his shirt? Was it there before? She forced herself to look harder. No it was fresh, still wet, still bright red…not that brown chocolaty color of dried blood. She looked at the table in front of him where several very sharp and bloody surgical instruments were spread in an arc.

"No more trouble," he sang as he rocked back and forth like a kid waiting for a special treat. She looked toward Jiaying who smiled and tilted her head in a way that made Daisy cringe. "Trouble's all gone. No more worries, no more choices. Now you are all my little girl. He can't take you away anymore."

Daisy felt the panic rise in her gut. "Who? Who's gone?" She stepped toward Crazy Caveman Cal and almost tripped over something on the floor. She looked down and blinked in disbelief, in shock, in horror."

"COULSON! Coulson!" She dropped to her knees sliding in the slick puddle that surrounded the man on the floor. It spread out around him like a deep red aura. "No….no, no, no…." she pulled at his arm rolling him to his back and looked at his colorless eyes, his face set in a permanent look of horror. His shirt was soaked in the same red liquid. She shook him, grabbing the shirt and lifting him then lowering him back gently. She pulled his lifeless form into her lap and wailed, barely able to breathe. "What…what…why…what did you do? Why?" She wrapped her arms around his head and kissed him over and over, sobbing uncontrollably. "I…I'm sorry…I'm so sorry…Coulson…I'm sorry I never told you…Please…please Coulson…don't be d…"

"No more worries…bye, bye blackbird…" Cal sang as he wiped his murder weapons with a dirty rag. He stopped and smiled at her. "Now you don't have to choose. Pretty pity Phil is NOT your father and I fixed it all. No more…no more bad guy."

Daisy hugged the form and rocked back and forth. "No…no…" She raised her hand and tried to send out a wave of power but nothing…not even a small wiggle.

"No, no, little girl, can't do that to Daddy!" He scolded and shook a finger at her although he was still singing and rocking and wiping and laughing.

A soft thump behind her made her turn quickly. "NO!" She screamed at the sight as Jiaying stood and backed away from the purplish-gray form on the floor. Daisy quickly crawled across the room to a second body, smaller…dressed in black…MAY! "Oh God! Oh God, please, please NO!" She was crying so hard she could barely breathe, barely see but she knew it was May. She scrambled to her side and slid her blood covered fingers along the woman's jaw searching for any sign of a pulse…a pulse she knew would not be there. May's eyes stared into nothingness, her face scrunched in unfathomable pain…pain that Daisy knew well. She pulled the woman close to her unconcerned with the blood that covered most of her own clothing. "May…no….I…need…"

"You don't need them, daughter." Jiaying spoke softly as if it were nothing more than a skinned knee. "We're your parents, Daisy. We have brought you home."

"Best day ever!" Cal sang and clapped his bloody hands together.

Daisy pulled May's body close and wept uncontrollably.

Alarms blared bringing several techs into the room followed closely by Jemma who dropped the blanket she carried on the closest chair as she bolted past May and Coulson. Both stepped back and away as the team went to work.

"I don't think this is medical." Jemma spoke above the sound of the alarms. "It may have something to do with Daisy's system itself. Much like the way she reacted when she…" The girl stopped herself faced with the memory of almost losing her friend the first time. "We don't want her to seize, that would be highly detrimental." She turned to the nearest tech. "Get me the anti-seizure cart stat!" The tech moved quickly exiting the room and returning with a tray that she set on the counter near Dr. Simmons. The other techs left the room, dismissed by the doctor as the monitor alarms quieted. "We need to keep her calm." Jemma informed the older couple, watching as the machine monitoring heart rate and blood pressure continued to beep rapidly.

May moved to the side of the bed and took Daisy's hand in both of her own, placing one on top and one on her palm. "Shhhhh," she tried and looked at the monitor for a reaction.

Coulson took his place on the opposite side of the bed also grabbing the girl's hand, careful not to disturb the IV inserted there. He placed a hand on her wrist as added support.

"Daisy…" May tried to keep the terror out of her tone. She took a breath to calm herself "Dais…Skye…" She whispered the name that she still held close to her heart. 'Skye' happy and snarky...'Skye' pulling pranks and finding the best in everyone…'Skye' who wormed her way past all of her defenses and set up camp right inside her heart. "You need to calm down, bǎo bǎo. Shhhh. I told you I'd be here, right here. "Shhhhh." May placed a hand on Daisy's chest, over her heart and patted gently. "Shhhh."

Coulson watched, suddenly speechless as opposed to May's sudden need to elaborate. He reached and placed his hand lightly on top of May's allowing her to raise and lower it with hers. He squeezed Daisy's fingers with the other hand. "Come on, angel." He whispered. "You'll be okay." He wasn't sure if he was reassuring Daisy or trying to tell himself that she would.

"Shhhhh"

Daisy heard the sound but could not find the source. She drew a deep breath trying to control her crying and forced herself to look again at May's dead form. Her arms were empty. The body gone…not in her arms…not on her lap…not on the floor. The spun toward Coulson's body but it too was gone along with the sticky puddle it lay in on the floor. She looked at her own hands and clothes…clean…no blood. Cal sat in the same place smiling at her with that same crazed look but the blood was also gone from his hands and from his clothing.

"All gone," he said in the same tone someone would use with a toddler.

"What did you do with them!? YOU BRING THEM BACK!" She screamed so hard her throat ached.

"Now, now young lady," Cal tsked with that unholy smile plastered on his face. "Is that anyway to talk to your parents? You don't want us to have to punish you now, do you?" He raised his large eye brows and looked more menacing that she remembered.

"Your father is right, daughter. You need to show at least a bit of respect." Jiaying's voice had not changed. She remained calm and serene…so serene it was unnerving.

Daisy pulled herself to her feet and balled her hands into fists at her sides. "YOU ARE NOT MY PARENTS!" She roared. "YOU WERE NEVER MY PARENTS."

"Shhhhhh, shhhh…."

The sound…the shush…it brought a strange calmness to her. "My parents…you killed them…you killed my parents."

"We're here, bǎo bǎo. Please calm down. Shhhh"

"This is so wrong. I don't belong here." Daisy sobbed beside herself. "I want…I need to go home." She rubbed her temples trying to erase the vision of dead May…of bloody Coulson…of the empty crushing ache it caused. She never told them the truth…the truth about how she felt… about how much she cared about them and how she wished…wished more than anything that they were the parents she found. That they WERE the parents she found. Why didn't she tell them…let them be…let them help her heal. Why did she run from the only people who ever care so much…whoever meant so very much to her?

"Oh, daughter," Jiaying stepped close and ran the side of her hand along Daisy's cheek, sending a chill through the girl, a chill so deep that her teeth hurt. "My beautiful daughter, you should have thought of that before you ran from those people…"

"STOP CALLING ME THAT!" Daisy scared herself realizing how much she sounded like the crazed man-thing still seated at the table softly humming to himself. The slap across her cheek was so fast and so severe she could not remember how she found herself on the floor. She put her fingers to the frozen sting that was her cheek and stared at the woman who still wore a peaceful smile.

"You will show your mother respect." Cal shook his head and sniggered.

Daisy looked up at the woman and rubbed her burning cheek. "You will NEVER EVER be my mother." She spoke through her teeth as she struggled to move away. "You're just…just a…a container that I grew inside…once I was free…I…you…"

Jiaying reached and pulled the girl up by the scruff of her neck, raising her off the ground with ease all while still smiling that patient, calm grin. Daisy kicked her feet wildly and gasped for a fresh breath.

"Uh-oh," Cal laughed drawing little circle on the table top with his fingers. "You're in trouble now." His tone was the same as those kids in the playground and his body shook with a silent giggle but he did not look toward them.

"You made your choice, daughter," Jiaying was now wearing a much more evil smile although her tone had not changed. She dropped the girl to the floor and turned away. "Come, Cal," She spoke to the man for the first time. "We will give this child time to reflect." She moved to the large double doors without turning back. The large creature that was Cal schlepped behind her stopping to give a little finger wave before exiting and pulling the door closed behind him.

Daisy slipped to the floor and wept bitterly.

"Listen…listen, angel…you have to hold on. You are so strong. We're right here for you."

"I'm not an angel, Coulson. You know that." She answered the voice she heard lifting her head and looking around the room for its source. She rubbed the back of her neck and tried to shake off the dull throb in her head.

"Daisy, you listen to me…don't you do anything stupid…you need to wake up now, right now!"

"I'm trying not to be stupid, May, but…but…oh, May I really screwed up…really bad…don't be mad at me May…don't be mad…" She tried to be strong, to remain as stoic as her mentor but the tears would not be contained.

May was dead…Coulson…Coulson was gone. This was wrong. She didn't want to be here. She wanted to go home…did she have a home? No, Daisy the orphan…Mary Sue the kid no one wanted had no home…had no one.

But she did. Skye did. Yes, yes she did she had a May and a Coulson and Simmons and Fitz and Mack and no…no…they didn't want her…not really…not anymore…not since she…she didn't deserve any of them…not anymore

She was Daisy…and those monsters were her parents and there was no way out.

There was no way out…no way….

"No way out," Daisy mumbled weakly. Her voice was small and childlike.

"What…what did you say, bǎo bǎo?" May was at her side, comforting and drawing her back to consciousness. "It's okay. Tell me what you need." Her voice was quiet and calm, close to Daisy's ear.

"Wanna go home…" She mumbled the words so quietly neither Coulson nor May could make them out, but they drew hope from the fact she was trying.

"Come on, Daisy. It's time to wake up. You've slept enough, angel." Coulson urged.

"Angel," the girl repeated in a sobbing whisper, "not a g-g-gel." She pressed back into the pillows and tossed her bandaged head side to side as if trying to shake something off or away.

"Shhhh," Coulson quickly placed a strong hand along side her face. "Shhhhh, it's okay. Come on, Daisy, open your eyes for me. Come on, open those angel eyes." He too spoke quietly, coaxing the girl awake. "Simmons," he turned to the young doctor who stood with unshed tears brimming in her eyes.

Back in the locked room Daisy lay on the floor silently sobbing…listening to the crackle of silence around her. She slowly sat up and wiped her eyes with her sleeve, criss-crossing her legs in front of her. She stared at the double wooden door and its giant black iron hinges. It looked so much like something from a kid's movie…like a castle door.

'Hate this,' she told herself. 'Why did I have to come here? I need to go home. This is not my home. I hate this.' The thought ran through her head over and over like a broken recording on a wobbly loop.

Slowly she raised both arms and aimed for the large door. She'd fight her way out if she needed to, it mattered not whom she needed to fight. She'd use the power she possessed to free herself. Gathering all the energy she could she pushed the force toward the door.

The room rumbled with her force, utensils bounced across the table, Cal's abandoned instruments clanked to the floor, chairs tipped over and the door rattled as if the hammers of hell pounded on its exterior, but it held fast.

Pain…intense hot pain radiated through Daisy's fingers through her hands and up her arms as if bolts of molten lead had been injected in her veins. She grit her teeth and tried desperately to hold her ground ignoring too the sharp sting in her thigh and the paralyzing grip on both of her hands. The pain morphed into a buzz…a deafening buzz that ran along her collarbone and inched its way to her neck on its way to the throb still residing in her skull. Even if the door did not collapse, she was sure the effort would take her last breath and finally all this would end.

She could go back to the other hell and contend with Sr. Regina and…and the buzz was so loud it was crushing her…she could no longer hold the pulsation and dropped hard to the floor, surrendering to the blackness that engulfed her.

Daisy thrashed suddenly agitated and struggled to rise but dropped back violently to the mattress. May and Coulson each grabbed a hand and placed the other on a shoulder in an attempt to calm her. Alarms began sounding as techs raced forward with a crash cart.

"Simmons!" May turned the cold hand she held in her own over allowing Jemma to watch the dark purple lines and blotches that were quickly forming and racing up Daisy's arm. Coulson turned the hand he held and revealed a mirror image on the other.

"We can't let this reach her skull! She can't take it."

Coulson let go of the hand he held and placed both hands on Daisy's shoulders. May moved to the girl's legs and placed her hands on Daisy's knees holding her fast. Despite her appearance nothing shook or trembled in the small room.

"She's directing her power inward." Simmons called over the din of the alarms.

"Daisy," Coulson pleaded close to the girl's ear. "Daisy you have to stop. You're safe. We're trying to help you." He increased his hold as she struggled to free herself from his grip.

"I'm so sorry Daisy." Jemma almost sobbed. "I didn't want to have to sedate her again." She spoke to May who was struggling to hold down the girl's legs.

"The bruising is on her neck!" Coulson warned, his voice losing its calm.

"Simmons!"

Jemma drew a sedative into a hypodermic and quickly threw back the light blanket covering her patient. The doctor stabbed the hypo into the girl's thigh and pushed the plunger. Daisy stopped struggling for a millisecond, barely registering the shot Jemma had administered. She struggled against the hold on her for a moment more before dropping into unconsciousness.

Alarms screamed as the conscious members in the room held their collective breath. The pitch reached a feverish squeal before dropping into a single sustained drone as all lines went flat before resuming a steady rhythm once again.

Coulson and May held each other's gaze, their hands still resting on the girl's shoulders and knees respectively.

"I need a portable x-ray and casting materials, STAT!" Jemma barked and two techs scrambled to follow her orders. She turned to the couple now staring at her.

"What the HELL was that?" May demanded as she slowly slid her hands away from Daisy and stepped toward Jemma. Coulson's arms seemed locked in place as he stared at the pained expression on the now calm girl's face. Jemma remained speechless as May passed her and slid her hands down Coulson's arms to the backs of his hands.

"It's okay, Phil. You can let her go. She's okay." May spoke quietly to him, massaging the backs of his hands until he relaxed. She took his hands in her own and turned him toward her stung by the pained look in his eyes. "She's calm now, Phil." Despite her racing heart she tried to calm him as well, holding his hands close to her chest and lightly kissing the tips of his fingers. "She's okay." She whispered, not even realizing the tears streaming over her cheeks.

He slowly pulled his hands from hers and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close enough to feel the soft sobs she tried to hide.

"I need you to step out for a bit." Jemma stated in a professional voice as techs rolled in a large device and another cart of supplies. One leaned close and spoke to her softly. She nodded then turned to the couple who she knew would otherwise refuse to leave Daisy's side. "I need to perform a few tests and I'll have to cast both her arms. It will take at least an hour perhaps more. In the meantime, the director wishes to see both of you. I'm afraid I have to insist." She did not have to wait long for a response

"Simmons, if you think for one minute…" May stepped out of Coulson's embrace, turning on the young doctor. She hadn't forgotten Simmons was now her superior; she just did not give a damn.

"Melinda," Coulson tugged at her wrist until she faced him. "Let Jemma do her job. She'll let us know immediately if anything changes. She's doing her best. Daisy needs her now."

May swallowed her comment and gave a curt nod allowing Coulson to lead her from the room. She stopped him at the door and turned back to Jemma. "I know you're only doing what you have to, Simmons. I…I'm sorry." With that she exited quickly regretting the fact that she would now have to face that moron, Mace.

Daisy swam back toward the fuzzy light in the distance hoping it was all some awful nightmare and she'd wake in her own b…well in some bed somewhere other than the floor of Jiaying's temple prison. Before she opened her eyes she knew that wasn't the case. She could feel the hard wood that was the floor and smell the acrid incense that permeated the room. It was quite nauseating. Her arms ached with waves of burning pressure and the pain that was her head had returned with intense vigor. Tears ran down her cheeks, not from crying but brought on by the immense pain she bore. She blinked them away and struggled to get to her feet without the use of her arms. Balance was difficult, more so that she thought it would be without using her upper limbs but she got up and made it to the door giving it a hard kick.

It was like slamming into a giant Redwood and the vibrations of pain rang through every nerve in her body. It took all of her will to remain upright. She turned and walked the few steps to the edge of the platform in front of the massive door. This part of the floor was stone, unlike the wooden floor of the rest of the room. It was empty except for the large table and the three chairs that now lay on their sides. One chair was cracked. Its leg turned at an odd angel and the seat lying a few inches away. For a moment the story of Goldilocks flit through her mind.

"Some fairytale," she grimaced wishing she could rub the throb that was her left elbow but knowing it would bring agony to her right. If Cal and/or Jiaying came back…and they certainly would at some point…she was defenseless. She stepped down onto the wooden floor before sitting on the cold rock step.

"Your powers don't work cuz you don't believe they will." She spun around expecting to see Jiaying but realized the voice was that of a small child. "You can't do anything if you don't believe." Daisy turned again as the voice came from another corner of the room. "You think you're in the wrong place." Again she turned and tried to focus on the blurry image of the small girl that stood across the room. The little girl smiled. "But you're not. You're right where you're sposed to be…you know that."

Daisy watched as the child skipped across the floor and stopped in front of her. She looked up and smiled then folded herself into a seated position on the floor and patted the spot next to her. "We need to talk." She stated as she pushed her dark hair away from her eyes.