Alex wanted to look at the picture last, because she dreaded what it might show. She already had her suspicions, but was not eager to have them confirmed. She decided to look at the note first.

The paper read,"So close, Alexandra. You really almost had us! Oh well, better luck next time! I also heard that you lost your alien, such a shame. Such a shame. It just so happens, that I know where she is! In fact, you are currently standing right next to her former cell. Isn't that just one heck of a coincidence?"

Alex's stomach plummeted with the realization. All these torture devices were laid out for Kara. Were used on Kara. A tear fell from her eye as she continued reading.

"If you care to look, I have so generously placed a flash drive next to this paper. It contains some very graphic video footage. Hah! I wonder what it's of. Oh well, I guess you will just have to wait and find out. If you can last more than ten minutes of watching, I will be impressed."

Alex stooped down to pick up the flash drive. She carefully pocketed it and finished up the note.

"The last little present I have left for you is some kind of picture. Not quite sure why your little alien friend had it, but it must have meant a lot to her. She looked at it everyday. I suppose it was her last tie to your family. Quite a shame that I had to take it away, am I right? Anyways, I've really enjoyed our one-sided conversation, but I think it's about time that you and your friends leave. The bomb countdown has started... Have fun!"

Alex hurried over to the picture by the door of the cell. She recognized it instantly.

A polaroid. With a beach background. Two girls in the center.

Alex's heart shattered in two, realizing that Kara's only tie to the family, her only reason to hope, had been taken away.

How long had she gone without it? Does she even still believe that I'm looking for her? What if it's been years since she's seen this?

Alex returned her attention to examining the photo.

It was wrinkled and worn out, probably from the amount of times Kara moved it in and out of her pocket. The image was fading, but Alex could still see the light exuding from their eyes.

Her own eyes watered as she felt her picture weighing down her pocket as well. She carefully stowed away Kara's next to her own, and turned to J'onn before speaking.

"We need to get out of here. I don't know how much time we have left, but I'm pretty sure she has a bomb."

J'onn nodded and began to transform into his Martian form. "Go get some of the knives then grab on, Alex. I'll fly us out of here."

Once they were safe from the base, they automatically clambered on to the waiting helicopters, already prepped for takeoff. J'onn commanded the pilots to go.

As they lifted off the ground, an explosion rocked the bottom of the choppers. They flew away hastily, avoiding further damage.

When Alex looked back, there was nothing left of the building aside from rubble and fire.

J'onn watched, heartbroken and guiltily, as his daughter figure fell into a depressed silence. He was forced to watch one of the only women he cared about withdraw into herself.

He was forced to watch her cry the whole way back to the DEO.