Later that night when everyone had gone home from the hospital except the night shift, the zeta tube brought someone else to the room. Zatanna eased the door open. All the nurses were bustling around other rooms that needed their attention and the guards were posted outside the room. No one would enter here unless an alarm was raised. She stepped towards the foot off the bed. Jessie wasn't anything like she had expected. The girl was pretty, or she had been before she had become so emaciated. Smile lines were etched around her lips; she had smiled a lot. Jessie's fingers and hair seemed abnormally well kept in comparison to the rest of her, like someone had cared for them while she slept. A shiver ran down Zatanna's spine. The sleeping girl's nose was slightly crooked, probably from a fight. Oddly enough it didn't detract from her beauty. Scar; healed long before she had even been taken, dotted her exposed skin. Jessie was a fighter, much like Robin.

Zatanna took a deep steadying breath then let it out slowly. She had come here for a reason. She opened her mouth to utter a spell that would draw out the girl in front of her to answer her questions. The spell didn't even leave her tongue when a voice stopped her.

"Don't bother. Your magic will not draw out the one sleeping here."

Startled, Zatanna took a step back. There was no one else in the room. Just a creeping feeling of being watched and a thin mist that gathered almost protectively around Jessie's still form.

"Who's there," Zatanna demanded. Her voice strong as she glanced around the room looking for the speaker. Another spell already forming on her lips; a spell for revealing and binding. She would protect Jessie. "What do you want with Jessie?"

The voice sighed in a resigned and bored sort of way that gave Zatanna pause.

"I could ask you the same, young magician." The mist crept up the bed and gathered at Jessie's feet. Slowly it swirled together taking the form of a martin. Its beady gray eyes glowed in the darkness, watching her. Zatanna wondered briefly if this was some form of spirit or if it was one of Jessie's creations. "I don't have a name, not yet anyway. I am however an Enenera. For now that is what I am called by the others." The martin seemed to stretch and morph, becoming solid as it did so. It became a human woman. Her hair was a true absence of color; black. Her striking smoky gray eyes still glowed with their own light. Finally her clothes took shape and color of a white and purple kimono. Zatanna watched uneasily as the hem of her clothes seemed to change from cloth to mist and back again.

"And what is an Enenera?"

"Beings of smoke and mist. Though I am a bit more than the traditional Enenera."

Zatanna studied the woman's face, clearly she was flesh and blood, but a moment ago she had been nothing but scattered water molecules.

"And what do you want with Jessie?" Zatanna had no idea how to fight someone who could turn to mist and she knew she wouldn't get very far if she had to carry Jessie's dead weight, but there was no way she would leave her alone either. Maybe she could keep it talking long enough for her to send a message to the cave and for help to arrive.

"I want to know why you have come to my host's room in the dead of night, sneaking around like a thief. Your answer will decide your fate and then I will go back to my watch."

Zatanna furrowed her eyebrows together in confusion.

"Host?" Watch?

"Host, creator, and friend."

Oh, well, this just got awkward. Zatanna rubbed her arm suddenly not sure what to say for a moment. Then she squared her shoulders and said, "I want to talk with Jessie."

"You can't," Enenera replied bluntly.

Zatanna blinked and was about to offer something if Enenera would allow her to speak with Jessie. But what could she offer a being made of mist? What would it even want? Enenera looked at her clearly bored.

"No one, not even those who are part of her; like myself, will be able to speak with Bard until she wakes."

Zatanna felt deflated. She had come here for nothing then.

"However," At the creature's words her hope was flaring back to life. "If you are willing, I can take you to those who know Bard well enough to answer your question in her stead."

It was something, Zatanna thought to herself.

"Please?"

The woman nodded and pointed to the only comfortable chair in the room.

"You'll want to make yourself comfortable; this could take a while knowing them."

Zatanna didn't ask who they were, she figured she would find out soon enough. She sat down in the chair and waited. The bottom half the woman's body changed to mist crawling its way to Zatanna. It twined around her body and coiled around her. Energy skated across her making her hair stand up on end. She had to fight the urge to dispel the mist when it reached her neck. It felt like the mist was going to strangle her. The woman's hand clamped over her mouth preventing the spell from leaving her lips.

"This is the easiest way to get your answers without opening your heart and mind to me, but if it goes wrong you could die."

Zatanna swallowed the spell allowed the mist to travel the rest of the way up her body. Once her eyes were completely covered she could feel her body and the hospital room completely fall away. Her essence was lifted from her body and was carried to an empty space. There were no walls, no ceiling, or even floors. She just hovered in empty space. After a moment she began to wonder if this was a trap, until a plain door appeared in front of her. It was a solid wood door and it had a simple wrought iron handle. There was no embellishments on the surface except for a the word welcome etched in the door at eye level.

"Are you going to stare at it all day, or are you going to walk in," Enenera's voice echoed around the space, but she was nowhere to be seen.

Zatanna took a deep breath before gripping the handle and pushing the door open. What she found surprised her. She had stepped into a large perfectly circular room. The entire wall was covered in doors that could only be described as works of art. The amount of work and detail that had gone into each one was unimaginable, or not she thought. Branches were intertwined across the top of the room making the ceiling. Some branches hung lower and were packed with candles all dripping in wax, but none of it seemed to drop on the floor. What was most odd was the collection of beings that were gathered in the center of the room.

There were two giant wolves speaking to each other much like humans would, one was solid black while the other had a rich red and white coat. Several elf like beauties dressed in ethereal gowns chatted with a girl that had angelic wings. Two heavy armored warriors were arm wrestling by a statue that looked like Jessie. Then in the far corner a girl with strange tattoos dealt cards out to a woman dressed in military gear, another girl dressed like a pirate with wild brown hair, a young girl in a school uniform, and a woman and an excessive amount of guns strapped to her body. And so many other strange beings; all of which were female.

"Enenera said we had a guest."

Zatanna jumped at the voice so close to her. She looked down to see a cloaked woman sat by her feet. She held a flute in her hand close to her lips as if she been playing only moments ago. Zatanna struggled not to stare at the woman. Her hood had slipped down to reveal cat like ears that twitched this way and that at any odd sound. A tail swished back and forth right by Zatanna's feet. She thanked heavens she hadn't stepped on it. That would not have been a good first impression.

"Um." What does someone even say to all of this?

"You had a question for Bard," the cat woman prompted gently clearly understanding Zatanna's confusion at the situation she had found herself in. Everyone else stopped what they were doing and turned to look at Zatanna curiously.

"Yes," Zatanna replied slowly very aware of all the eyes and ears focused on her. "I was told someone here could answer my questions."

All the beings exchanged looks with each other. The cat woman smiled knowingly and nodded.

"We," she gestured to everyone around her. "Are Bard's creations. I believe you would call us her characters. Nicky."

The angelic woman waved and made her way to them.

"Zev."

The black wolf morphed quickly, but painfully into a blonde girl who bowed and swiftly made her way to the group.

"And I can probably answer your questions in Bard's stead. I'm Haku, by the way."

Zatanna shook the hand that was offered before sitting down with the other girls.

"I wanted to talk about Robin."

Haku smiled knowingly, like she had expected as much. The other two exchanged confused looks. Haku leaned over to them and whispered, "Sam, and Ethan would be your equivalent to Robin."

Both nodded their understanding.

"You want to know what was and possibly is between them," Haku guessed.

Zatanna shook her head no, blush rising to her cheeks. "No." She could clearly see what had been between them. Alexandra had showed her a memory on that.

"Or will Bard pursue Robin when she wakes?"

Zatanna nodded not trusting herself to speak. Haku and the other two girls considered their answers very carefully.

"We are the oldest and most developed of Bard's creations. Therefore the decisions we make will be very similar to what she would choose. Similar, but not the same," Haku warned.

"In this case, I think it is safe to say Bard loves Robin. She will look to pursue him when she wakes," Nicky added.

"We couldn't say how she would go about it, but she would be respectful of you if you and him are together. However, that respect will have to go both ways. If you are jealous and try to destroy her friendship with Robin, she would react in kind. She values all her friends," Zev offered.

"I'll bet five on the magician girl."

Zatanna turned to see that several more people had come and everyone had scooted closer to listen in. Haku frowned at the speaker, a bird like woman in the back of the crowd.

"I'll take that bet," A warrior woman near the front cried. "Haku, be the holder."

Haku scrubbed a hand across her temples with impatience, but she drew out two small bags. One she wrote Bard on the other she wrote Zatanna in glittering magic. Everyone suddenly crowded in on them tossing odd coins that resembled poker chips into each bag. Everyone signed their names and put an amount next the name of who they were betting on. Zatanna had been surprised to find her and Bard were roughly even in who thought which girl would win.

She whispered to Zev, "Why isn't everyone betting on Jessie? "

Zev snorted and laughed at this.

"You're gorgeous and not currently comatose. Plus you aren't scarred up like Bard is."

"That's a bit harsh, isn't she your creator?"

Now everyone snickered, confusing her further.

Haku explained gently, "Bard is a wonderful person, we love her truly, but a lot of us were born in pain and suffering. Sometimes it's nice to remind her of that."

"So why aren't you three voting," she asked Haku, Nicky, and Zev.

"Haku isn't aloud to because she can catch glimpses of the future. I don't gamble unless it's against Isaac, and Zev doesn't because she like us can understand the door." She gestured to a door. Zatanna looked at it and noticed there was an image of Robin engraved into it. "That is his personal door. In order to do so he had to give up a piece of himself and take in a piece of Bard into himself. You came through a guest door that Enenera created with her magic. It will disappear once you leave." She gestured to a plain door.

"What are these blurry images?" She tried looking closer at the door but the pictures shifted, making it impossible to figure out what they were.

"What might be," was all Haku said.

"Why don't you join us in our drinking," a lady knight asked, a large bottle of something sweet smelling in one hand and a stack of cups in the other. Zatanna was about to refuse when she added, "Non alcoholic of course."

Zatanna finally nodded her agreement and ended up staying another two hours talking with the different characters.