Etana is curled up in her chair, staring out the window, the slightest of smiles on her face. I walk over.

"Tan?"

She looks up, smiling slightly.

"What?"

"I was just remembering a conversation I had with Tora once. I was telling her off for making Eva's middle name Etana. And she just laughed and said I needed to be reminded what I meant to her and Logan."

"Tana?"

She looks up and her smile is stealing across her whole face.

"And I said that in that case, if I had a daughter, she'd be named Tora. And Tora laughed. And… And Steve…"

She jumps up and hugs me tightly. I pull away, confused.

"Tan?"

She smiles again and leans into my ear.

"Steve, I'm pregnant."

Etana's mouth moves, she's talking, asking me a question but right now it feels like time has stopped. Was this how Logan felt? This dread-joy-terror feeling in the pit of my stomach. Etana clouts me around the head.

"I said, were you listening? I think you just answered my question."

"Er… Pregnant? Tan…?"

She sighs.

"Oh, typical. I go through losing you, pregnancy and childbirth alone and I'm fine. You on the other hand… Your brain shuts down in self-defence. We really need to get you over this little problem."

"I do not have a problem!"

"Well, compared to Logan, you don't have a problem. But fainting is rather extreme."

"I just find it hard to believe –Wait? Fainted?"

Etana nods.

"Yes. Fainted. And when Tora told him the second time, he had a minor identity crisis. But aside from that, he was fine. You, on the other hand, ask stupid questions. So listen carefully. I am pregnant. Expectant. Going to be a mother again. And you are going to be a father again and this time you are going to have to suffer through all the check-ups and the ultrasounds and baby classes I skipped over last time. And if we have a girl, which I really do hope we have because I already have two adopted and one blood son, I am naming her Tora. No arguments."

I blink a few times as I try to process this. Etana sighs.

"You have six and a half months to get used to the fact. Also, we need a new nursery."

"Why?"

"Because Stevie is not moving out his room so we need to redecorate one for this child. I leave that entirely in your capable hands."

She looks at me, sighs then puts her hands on my face, smiles sweetly and slaps me.

"Right, are you back to normal now? Look, Steve, go speak to someone if this is freaking you out so much. Try Scott. Don't ask Logan, whatever you do."

"You miss her." A statement, not a question. Etana laughs bitterly.

"I miss her? I miss her?! Steve, you have no idea! Tora was the only person on this miserable planet who understood! I will never be Etana, just Etana! I will always be the Malach Hamavet! I will always be the Angel of Death, no matter how hard I try to pretend I'm not! And the only one who understood what that's like –what it's like to be something more and always hiding it- was Tora! She could help me remember what I was fighting for when the totally alien being inside me decided that I was too human, too fallible and tried to take over. I get in trouble for being too human about what I do! I miss Tora so much, because I could always trust her to understand."

And then she clutches at me with her one arm, pressing her face into my chest.

"I miss her so much…"