Okay I'm sorry I think I sent the email alert like three times, but FFN was being weird and I had to mess with the chapter a few times. My bad.

Chapter 27- Future

Sombra sat back in the chair in the mess hall, sipping her cup of coffee as Widowmaker sat across from her cross-legged and cold. There were a few people around, though at the early hour it still wasn't busy. Sombra glanced at the nearby HoloVid displaying the date, time, and the Talon logo. In her opinion, four A.M. was always entirely too early to get agents together for a mission. Widowmaker also had a cup of coffee, though it was much smaller and lukewarm at best.

"I do not appreciate how you called me to your chamber six days ago, then go silent until an hour before we leave for Numbani," Widowmaker said as she took a slow sip of her drink.

Sombra sighed. "Okay, yeah, I know. Iwanted to talk with you, but then Doomfist asked me to hurry up with getting some other targets secured, so I had to spend all night trying to get into Volskaya's systems. Then I had to get into Helix because noooo having had a Raptora suit to go through wasn't enough, I also needed to find info on their security systems and schedules. Long story short, I had to get files directly from another Raptora suit that had a direct connection to the database for a split second then erase any trace of me being there because seriously, I almost got myself caught red-handed on at least six different occasions. Then I crashed for a bit and then had to go make sure Slipstream was alright, and surprise surprise, she hadn't eaten again, so I had to deal with that. Then Moira needed some help with me regarding the explosives we have, and it was just a mess." Sombra put her hand on her head after her tangent. "So, I'm sorry about making you wait, if that's any consolation," she sounded more tired than anything as she rubbed her temples.

"Well, we're talking now, so please make it worth my time," Widowmaker said as she set her coffee cup down.

"I just need some context is all."

Widowmaker scoffed. "You're going to need to be more specific than that if you want me to tell you anything useful."

"What is it like, not having emotions?" Sombra asked. "How do you prefer to be treated?"

"Why the sudden interest in my psyche? You've certainly never cared before," Widowmaker said, tilting her head.

"I mean with Slipstream and how she can't feel any negative emotions. I just don't know what she would want or how I should act around her." Sombra tapped her fingertips on the table.

"Why do you even care?" the sniper asked, looking bored as she spoke.

Sombra stuttered. "I- I dunno. I guess I just want to make sure she's happy, but she'd never tell me if something was wrong."

"That's not something you need to worry about. She can't feel anything except 'happy,' remember?"

The hacker wrinkled her nose. "Sure, but shouldn't there be a difference between, like, her default happiness and being actually happy?"

"I wouldn't know," Widowmaker stated bluntly. "I don't feel anything significant after all."

Sombra hummed. "Do you ever wish you could?" she asked after taking another sip of coffee. "Do you wish you could feel emotions, that is?"

The assassin paused, staring at Sombra like she had never been asked the question, which she probably hadn't, Sombra realised. "I could not answer that question," she admitted after a moment. "I belong to Talon. Therefore, I am little use to them if feelings clouded my judgement. I don't remember much about how emotions impact my thought process, but I see it as nothing but a debilitation to my on-field performance."

"And what about your 'out-of-field' performance?" Sombra continued impatiently.

"I am indifferent. I want what Talon wants for me."

"Oh, cut the bullshit. We both know you have more autonomy than you like to admit. You're just obedient to the people that matter."

"You overestimate me," Widowmaker explained. "I feel next to nothing. It takes an effort to stir myself the slightest amount. I am not burying some cache of emotions that I keep hidden." She took another sip, her eyes closed.

"Do you ever get sick of that, though? Doesn't that make life feel super grey and dull? Like what reason do you have to get up in the morning?" Sombra mused, taking the last drink of her coffee.

"The mission is my reason," Widowmaker said as she pushed her mug up on the table and folded her hands in her lap. "If I did not belong to Talon, then there would be an issue. However, with things as they are, I'm able to function perfectly fine on my own since I have orders to follow."

Sombra sighed and rubbed her forehead. "Okay. Question time. Obviously, this is theoretical since I have neither the authority or permission to do so, but how would you react if, say, Moira came up to you and said 'We are changing nothing about you except that we're returning your emotions to you during downtime between missions. Do you want this?' What do you say?" Sombra asked, fiddling with her nails.

Widowmaker froze and stared at the table, her brow furrowed. "I… I don't know," she admitted, her voice cracked. Sombra's eyebrows shot up.

"Why so uncertain?" Sombra softened her voice.

"I don't know…" she repeated, her voice laced with raw confusion.

"You don't know? How do you not know? I mean, if you don't have emotions 'clouding your judgement,' you should be able to view things from a completely logistical viewpoint, right?" Sombra argued, sitting up straighter in the chair as she watched her co-worker. It was like watching a child try to understand computer code with no prior practice.

"I can't… I shake the idea. Getting my emotions back seems like a luxury, but I don't know how I would act with them. If I regained them, there would no doubt bepain, and that's a conflicting thought, though mental pain is no more than a concept to me. I have to wonder what it feels like… but what does it feel like?" Widowmaker's eyes were unfocused as she rambled. She seemed unaware that Sombra was even watching her. Her voice was fascinated yet quick and sceptical.

Sombra tilted her head. "Are you… worried? Worried about how getting your emotions back would affect you?"

Widowmaker shook her head. "Worried is the wrong word. Concerned is more fitting, or perhaps cautious."

"And confused. Very, very confused," the hacker added in dry wit. "So, what's the main thing stopping you from immediately saying yes to emotions?"

Widowmaker rolled her eyes at Sombra's jab before resuming her contemplative look. "Likely the fact that it may permanently alter my performance, and I couldn't tell you how I'd react."

"That… alright, yeah. I think that's all I needed to hear. Thanks for sharing," Sombra said as she stood up and grabbed the two mugs.

Widowmaker nodded, once again donning her blank expression. "It is no problem. Of course, I'd appreciate you not share this information with our superiors."

"Sure. I'll go put these in the kitchen, and once I come out, I'll be back togettingon your nerves at every opportunity," Sombra grinned as she strode over to the kitchen.

"Spare me," Widowmaker deadpanned. "I'll be on the ship. Don't be late." Sombra listened to the sound of Amelie's retreating footsteps before setting the mugs on the sink and burying her head in her hands. She was shivering as she tried to process everything she was doing.

"¿Dios mío, que estoy haciendo?" (Dear God, what am I doing?) All her actions were going to is put her in danger. She was taking and would be taking so many high risks with low rewards. So why? Why was she doing all this? Why was she trying to help Slipstream?

Oxton wasn't in pain anymore. She was thankful for what happened to her. She was happy. So why?

Why did Olivia Colomar feel so awful?

"No!" Sombra whimpered as she drove the name away, and with it, she sent D,va back to the void.

…

D,va didn't know what to think as she was lobbed back into the vat of nothingness. The Sombra Overwatch described was nothing like the one she's seen for the second time. What she just saw though didn't seem like Sombra at all. Olivia. Olivia Colomar. D,va flipped the name over in her head a few times. That was Sombra's name.

It was a good name. A pretty one, even. But Sombra buried it. Not only in the world to protect her identity, but it was as if she didn't even want to think about Olivia. It was as though Sombra hid her name and tried to stop herself from thinking it. It wasn't until she had caved in and finally admitted what she was doing that Olivia had crept back up to Sombra and invaded her thoughts.

The puzzle pieces clicked into place. Sombra wasn't Olivia Colomar. Sombra was the persona that hid Olivia Colomar. Sombra was sarcastic, witty, and cocky. Olivia was kind and caring.

D,va couldn't help but relate. As she had fought the horrible Omnic in the Sea, D,va had acted a sort of anchor, allowing her to push onward like a player controlling their avatar in a game. D,va was Hana's real-life avatar. An idealised and fearless version of Hana. Sombra was Olivia's avatar. Sombra was the mask Olivia hid behind to be able to go through and cope with all the things she's seen and done.

But at the end of the day, D,va would disappear, and Hana Song would finally get to be herself for a while. Laughing or crying like she would when nobody was around. But why was Sombra afraid to be Olivia Colomar? Never allowing the mask to drop so she could be herself? Sombra was using short-term coping mechanisms without ever giving Olivia a chance to process happened.

Then D,va remembered the environment she was in. She lived with Talon. She lived with people that were broken and distorted with no help in sight. In MEKA, there were other people like Hana to help her through whatever she had to face. In Overwatch, everyone also seemed to have someone to lean on for support. But Sombra probably didn't have that in MEKA. Hana couldn't even begin to imagine what it would be like, having to commit the deeds Sombra has with nobody to offer help. It would have been maddening for Hana.

Maybe that's why Sombra was so opposed to showing her true colours. Maybe that's why she hid behind such a snarky personality. Because it was the only possible way to cope in the hell-hole she got herself stuck in.

Widowmaker too, seemed a lot... calmer than the stories had led Hana to believe. She appeared to be aware of her situation and was extremely open about explaining her feelings, or lack thereof, to Sombra. D,va had expected a cold and merciless assassin. Instead, she saw a quiet and pensive woman who struggled to grasp asensationof which she had been robbed. Perhaps Widowmaker, too, was a cover-up for whoever she had once been. Or maybe it was more like a mask she couldn't remove as it had been forced upon her. Widowmaker had been forced to take on her persona. It was likely so integrated with herpersonthat bringing out the woman she once was would be all but impossible. Maybe it was something Hana would have to bring up with Dr Ziegler once the entire fiasco with Slipstream had been resolved.

Speaking of Lena, the condition she had been suffering from seemed utterly different in nature than Hana's chronal disassociation. In her journal, Lena had described the dreams as violent, unpredictable, and uncontrollable; yet every dream Hana has had so far has, in one way or another, related back to the people around her. Why was this?

Hana couldn't begin to guess. Maybe it was because of the Toy, and her chronal disassociation was slightly different in nature. Hana wondered. Could she try to control the dreams? Perhaps she could force herself to think about a particular topic, and she would dream about that.

It was a troubling thought, though. By trying to dream about someone, she was, in a way, saying that she had the right to witness people's private thoughts and experiences. It felt like she was overstepping her bounds by trying to do that.

However, if, by some chance, she could control her dreams, maybe she could use that to find some new insight on Slipstream. This was assuming her hunch was correct, though.

Hana figured, if she was to try it, maybe it should be with Slipstream. Perhaps she could understand how Slipstream's mind worked a bit better, and the Dr could use that to try and help her if Overwatch ever got her back.

Hana focused her mind, from the confines of the emptiness, towards one thought. There was no guarantee it'd work, but it's not like she had anything to lose anyway. Agent Slipstream. Agent Slipstream. Agent Slipstream. Agent Slipstream. D,va wasn't sure how long she kept her mind trained on Lena's new codename. Her thoughts tried to wander, veering off in random paths about random things until Hana managed to focus repeating the name in her head like it was an incantation. Soon, she felt herself begin to sink again, and her thoughts clouded and vanished and were replaced with someone else's

…

Slipstream blinked across the rooftops, careful to stay out of sight from the partially-busy streets of Numbani below in the early hour. The city stretched on for miles, various buildings allowing for fairly natural cover from the clouds as Slipstream laughed and giggled as she bounced from building-to-building, heading to her objective. The boss was using his wispy and ethereal smoke form to sneak around the city grounds as the relative darkness of the early morning hid him. Widowmaker was back at the ship, watching for anyone that tried to approach their landing spot. Sombra was able to casually walk through the city to her destination, given nobody knew her identity.

Their destination was in sight. It was a rather large house atop an elevated area of the city, with rounded ledges with grass growing on them creating the uphill transition alongside the sidewalks. Shops and signs and colourful advertisements were everywhere, though most signs were still off in the early hour. There weren't many cars, though people seemed for fond of walking to their workplaces anyway.

Slipstream jumped from a hotel rooftop to a skyscraper with office cubicles. She darted across the windowsills, using the momentum from her blinks to vault up higher as she made her way to the rooftop while also try to be as discreet as possible. Slipstream had just charged her battery, so she still had plenty of battery life. Once she reached the roof, she grabbed onto the wall and leaned down, beaming as the city stretched out beneath her.

"Oh, look at that! The Overwatch museum! Boy, this brings back memories!" Slipstream launched herself off the building with a chuckle, pushing off as she activated another blink to jump to another distant rooftop as the wind pelted her face and her scarf fluttered behind her. "That feels like it was such a long time ago! At least you guys managed to finally get the gauntlet!"

"We would have gotten it sooner if I was there," Sombra added. "Unfortunately, Gabe decided that I was best suited playing 'the guy behind the screen.' You saw how well that went. The doctor's had ablast patching Amélie up after that kid clocked her. Remember that? Widowmaker was off active duty for two weeks!" Sombra's smirk could be heard in her voice.

"I try to forget," the sniper snarled.

Slipstream giggled as she launchedherself ontoanother building. It was a tall one, with the top of it resembling a horned animals head. She hurried to the top, planting her foot on the metal as she looked at the building ahead. It was at roughly the same elevation, though much shorter, with its foundation being higher up to compensate.

"This is the building, right?" she asked eagerly, bouncing up and down on the uneven platform.

"You need to be more specific than 'this building,' Slippy," Sombra said. "What's it look like?"

"Uh… high up, matches the location you pointed out, there's a semi-circle window looking into it? Inside there's a bunch of high-tech looking stuff."

"What colour is the window? Is it tinted yellow?"

"I have no clue whatsoever," Slipstream responded bluntly. "I can't tell colours apart. Thought the outside is next to the mechanics shop like you said."

"Oh, right. Forgot about that. Well, that sounds close enough. I already turned the security systems off, so if alarms go off, then that's not the building. The owners of this place are out of town, so it shouldn't be too busy in there."

"Good enough for me! In I go!" Slipstream launched off the building in a long blink as she covered her head and crashed through the window.

…

"Slipstream! What the heck!?" Sombra shouted when she reached the building, having entered by picking the lock. Slipstream was blinking around the room feverously, looking for anything they might need. "I said you needed to get in to make sure it's safe, not nearly break your skull!"

Slipstream beamed, seemingly oblivious to the single cut across her forehead from the glass. Not too much damage all things considered.

"Don't worry about me! I'm fine! Though I have no idea what we're looking for. So, a box of Lúcio-oh'sis aboutthe most exciting thing I've found." She shook the box as the cereal inside bounced around before pouring some of the dry cereal in her mouth, chewing the sweet marshmallows as she leaned against a wall.

Reaper also reached the building, appearing in a cloud of smoke before taking on his human form again. He looked around to cluttered lab.

"It looks like we should be able to find what we need here. Sombra, find the required files on the computers. I'm going to find the OR15 spare parts. Slipstream, go watch outside."

"Right away, Sir!" Slipstream nodded and blinked outside with a happy hum. The sun was only just starting to rise, with pale light finally making her neon pink harness and eyes slightly less obvious. She vaulted off the ground with a blink and sat on the ceiling with her legs crossed as she watched the area below her. It was relatively empty, so Slipstream sat and waited, enjoying the cool breeze."

Slipstream didn't perk up until she saw someone. He was walking across the street from the lab and kept glancing over to the building. Slipstream realised she left the door ajar. The person was a man, maybe in his early thirties. His glances at the door grew more and more frequent until Lena saw him finally reach for his phone. They had been found out.

"Hey guys, someone over here's found us out. Can someone close the door while I go deal with this?" Slipstream asked, already preparing to blink off the building.

"Thank you, Slipstream," Reaper said in a pleased tone lined with sinister satisfaction. Slipstream wasn't bothered by that as she checked the surroundings. Seeing nobody else, she launched off the roof and reached the man in a split second, using her pistol to knock the phone out of his hand as she kicked him to the ground. He cried out in shock as he collapsed to the ground. Slipstream put her prosthetic on his chest, preventing him from moving. The man squirmed under the weight of her body and looked like he was about to scream. Slipstream leaned down and shoved the barrel of her other pistol in his mouth. He froze, whimpering slightly. Slipstream grinned.

"Thanks for showing up, Buddy! That was super boring, just waiting there like that! Please don't ruin the fun for me by attracting too much attention, though!" Slipstream giggled. Tilting her head as she heard the man stutter something that sounded like "Tracer," despite the gun shoved in his mouth.

"Golly gosh, you found my secret identity!" she touched the back of her palm to her forehead, leaning back while still keeping the gun in his mouth. He shivered intensely. "So, were you following one of us or did you just happen to be in the neighbourhood? I mean, I guess you can't answer since I kinda got a gun in your mouth… Promise you won't scream if I take it out? I mean, you're gonna die no matter what!" she slowly moved the gun away.

The man gasped, his body already coated with a sheen of nervous sweat. He spoke with a heavy accent, but not to the point where the meaning was incomprehensible. "You… You're supposed to be a hero…"

"Correction! Tracer was supposed to be a hero, but I'm not her anymore! Name's Slipstream, Love! Now, I hate to break it to ya, but I gotta put an end to you! We can't have you spoiling the big reveal we've got coming up!"

The man flinched as Slipstream shoved the gun back into his mouth; he tipped his head as far away as he could, squeezing his eyes shut. He was tense as tears began to leak down his eyes. "Please… please… I have… family…" he muttered, the words distorted and difficult to understand. Slipstream blinked. She felt no sympathy for the man. It was a foreign feeling to her. Once upon a time, she could tell she would have given anything to keep this man alive. But now, she was here, pointing a gun at him, not concerned with whether he lived or died. What, at one point, was a living, breathing person to her was nothing more than an obstacle. If she wanted to, she could break his phone and let him go, and Talon could get away without a problem. On the other hand, that would spoil the big reveal for King's Row, and that would have been way too much fun. She didn't have any orders. She could choose for herself what to do with this obstacle. Should he live or die? Should she go around an obstacle or through it? A few weeks ago, she would've said around. But now, without having to worry about the otherwise inevitable guilt and sorrow, she could take the more fun route. Straight through.

Slipstream pulled the trigger.

The man gasped and recoiled, bucking against her pin for several seconds as she unloaded the pulse energy into his mouth, destroying his throat and airway, severing the flow of oxygen to his lungs. He convulsed, sputtering and gasping desperately as he thrashed. His eyes bulged out of his head, and blood practically cascaded from his mouth, coating his clothes, Slipstream's shoes, and the barrel of her pistol. Her shining eyes tinted the scene a vivid pink as the blood pooled at her feet. Slipstream laughed in raw, unbridled mirth as she watched the man struggle until he finally died after one final, pleading gaze at Slipstream. She grinned and casually made her way back to her team as she hummed a merry tune.

…

A wave of sheer agony overtook Hana as she was thrust back into the darkness. She didn't have a body, yet her memories seemed to painfully force their way into her head all at once. She longed to gasp, to cry out, to do anything as she was assaulted by thoughts about lost friends and squad mates, mistakes she's made, the Omnics she's had to kill, and everything and anything that hurt her. It was unbelievable and nearly impossible to put into words. For an indeterminable amount of time, the agony wormed its way through D,va's mind. She wanted to cry, to scream, to do something.

It wasn't until what felt like an eternity later that she began to calm down, the pain subsiding enough for her to think clearly. Dear Lord, that was horrendous. Everything had come back all at once to haunt her,evenpain she had long since considered to be in the past. That was horrible. Absolutely horrible. She could control the dreams.

And she decided she hated it. Whether it was a coincidence or karma, what she just experienced was by far the worse of everything so far. No, there was no way she'd do that again as long as she could help it. She was so sick of it all. Of having to go into people's heads like she had been. Of having to worry about disappearing. About having removed the 'Toy.' Out of everything, an agonising thought she had refused to entertain finally made its way to the front of her mind. Taking root as an intense, inextinguishable desire.

She wanted to go back to normal.

…

"Whaddya doin' out here, Partner?" McCree said as he approached Genji, who was sitting in his meditation pose, facing the rocky cliff that overlooked the sea. The evening sky tinted the sea a beautiful orange as white seafoam clashed against the rocks with a quiet crash.

"Thinking. Nothing more," Genji replied, his voice calm and controlled. He didn't move as Jesse sat down next to him.

"Yeah, I've been doin' a bunch of that too," the cowboy admitted as he lit a cigar, the scent of tobacco wafting through the air.

Genji sighed. "The others brought up a good point earlier. How would we stop Lena and recapture her? She is completely unhinged and has no holds barred. She would kill us all without batting an eye. Meanwhile, you struggled to even lift your gun to her."

"I don't know," McCree admitted as he blew out a puff of smoke. "But we'll figure something out."

"Do you think Lena would even want to return to us? She seemed to be enjoying herself in Talon."

"Right now? Definitely not." McCree leaned back, looking at the ocean. "To her, we're the ones that want to 'ruin her fun' by taking out that damn machine that's stealin' her emotions. Which was just a twisted thing for them Talon psychos to do in the first place? I don't know why she's okay with them doin' something' so screwed up."

Genji hummed. "Honestly, I believe she genuinely believes that she is being treated quite fairly."

McCree huffed. "What makes you say that?"

"Her outfit, for one. It was peculiar. If Talon wanted to stress the fact that she was an 'evil Tracer,' so to speak, they could have done a black and red version of her outfit. But they didn't. I mean, remember where they put those cuffs on her?"

"On her arms, legs, neck, and torso," he answered without hesitation as he balled his hand into a fist. "But what's that got to do with anything?"

"I imagine the area those were on left reasonable wounds. I would be shocked if she didn't have some rather ugly and severe looking scars after that. But look at her new outfit. Her gauntlets had been moved to her waist with her arms being covered by those long gloves. The way she moved implied no discomfort from said wounds. Her neck was even wrapped in that soft scarf to cover her neck. It's uncharacteristically considerate of Talon," Genji mused.

McCree soaked all the information in, taking the cigar out of his mouth as he bounced it up and down. "Now that ya mention it, that is odd."

"They're making her feel welcome in Talon. They harmed her until she gave in, then they encouraged the submissive behaviour by, as she sees it, 'lavishing her.' What reason would she have to come back to us if she's in a place that takes care of her and is objectively less painful for her?" Genji continued, still not having moved so much as an inch.

"Goddammit, I hate it when you're right…" McCree admitted as he turned back to Genji. "In other words, we gotta figure something out to capture her, and force that ridiculous trinket out of her head?"

"It seems like our only option. Now, if only we knew how to find her…"

"That reminds me," McCree remembered as he sat up straight. "The commander gave me an address. Supposedly, it can be used to track down Sombra."

Genji finally broke out of is meditation pose as he turned his head to Jesse. "Really? That's great. We'll have to go find her as soon as possible!"

McCree nodded. "Though, he also scolded me for 'not keepin' my head on straight,' so we're supposed to be smart about this. As much as I would love to go in there with my gun blazin'."

Genji sighed. "Alas… I suppose now would not be the best time, would it? Perhaps once Hana is better. Efi said she was almost done with the first form of the accelerator yesterday. We can enlist the help of some of the agents around here when they've figured that all out."

McCree stood up. "I mean, I still plan on leavin' no later than tomorrow, so let's hope she gets fixed up soon."

Their conversation was cut off by Lúcio, who was on his skates as he strode out to where the twosome was.

"Hey, I'm sorry to interrupt your talk, but I figured you'd want to hear this! Hana got back, and Efi has been working on stabilising her for a while now! She's in Hana's room!"

Genji chuckled. "If that isn't good timing…"

McCree nodded. "Yeah, no kiddin'. I guess we'll be payin' Hana a visit, then."

…

Efi frantically ran from one side of Hana's room to another, continually checking the various equipment she had moved into the place. The charger for the chronal accelerator lay on the side of Hana's bed as a long, winding chord stretched to an outlet on the other side of the room. From the charger, a single, long chord wound its way up D,va's bed and to the new chronal accelerator.

The device looked similar to Tracer's, though, in the centre, where a gentle, pink gear spun, the device was noticeably devoid of several important components. Directly next to the accelerator in a trembling heap was Hana, who constantly shifted back and forth in discomfort. Hana's form seemed to be semi-solid as she flickered in and out of her faded form. Any sounds Hana made sounded similar to radio static than anything comprehensible.

This was how things had been for the past several hours as Efi slowly adjusted how much the accelerator was working. When Tracer had first gotten the chronal accelerator, her body had rejected it and even reacted negatively to it. To avoid that Efi was slowly stabilising Hana, though the process was no less taxing on the twosome.

"I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I know it doesn't feel good… I'm going as fast as I can… I'm sorry…" she frantically repeated as she worked to stabilise Hana for the next several hours.

…

Hana awoke to the sound of voices. Then she promptly jolted awake and lurched out of bed, feeling the covers fall off her. She could feel the covers!

"Oh! You're finally awake!" Efi exclaimed in relief. "How are you? Do you feel okay? Does anything hurt?" she asked in rapid fire. Hana blinked in surprise.

Slowly, Hana looked at her hand, staring at it in fascination. No light filtered through it. Her hand was solid! D,va was solid! She was back! "I… I feel amazing!" She whispered in awe. Tentatively she reached for the covers, her eyes widening in joy as they bunched up in her grasp.

"Nice to see ya back to the land of the livin." Hana jumped, not having noticed that McCree was in the room, leaning against the wall. Genji was standing next to him, albeit in a far more regular pose. Lúcio was sitting in her chair, though he was beaming too.

"Welcome back, Hana!" Lúcio rejoiced, jumping out of the chair.

Hana stared at everyone around the room. It finally sank in that she was back. She was here. She was in bed, with covers underneath her.

Hana sobbed, covering her face with her hand as she laughed at the same time.

"Oh my God… I feel amazing… this is amazing! You all are amazing!" Hana grabbed the blanket on top of her and pulling them to her chest as tears began to leak down her cheeks. McCree smiled.

"'Course, we can still continue them sign language lessons if ya want. Just in case."

Hana nodded. "Yeah… yeah, that sounds great."

"Your fans will be thrilled to see you back, too!" Lúcio said as he sat back down in Hana's chair. She laughed.

"Ture, they will be! Plus, I missed a ton of StarCraft thanks to this whole fiasco. I kinda gotta play catch up! This is amazing! Thank you so much!"

Efi sighed ruefully, catching everyone's attention

"I just… I wish I could do more…" she admitted. "But we didn't have enough money for the harness battery... meaning it needs to be plugged in at all times… Like a laptop where you took the battery out."

Hana watched as Efi bent down and grabbed the accelerator off the ground, setting it in Hana's lap. A thick chord was clasped to the back of the harness, which was strung down to the bed and attached to the chronal charger.

Hana looked to Efi for a moment, then back to the harness. She sighed. "Don't ruin this moment for me. Honestly, I'm just glad to be back! Recently I've been having some pretty… nasty… dreams…"

Hana froze. "Oh no… Oh no no no no no!"

"What's the matter? Genji asked, standing back up.

"How long was I faded for that last time? How long have you all been in this room? What time is it?" she asked in a panic. "Lúcio! Let me see your phone!"

Lúcio blinked, surprised for a moment before he pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to Hana. She pressed the button as the time and date appeared on his home screen.

It was one-thirty A.M. The date was the same one she had seen on the HoloVid in Talon from her dream about Sombra.

"Numbani…" she muttered. McCree blinked.

"Numbani? What about it?"

"Talon's going to Numbani! Today! I saw it! I saw it happen! Sombra and Widowmaker were talking about it… and… oh God…"

"Wait, did you have a dream about it?" Genji asked, a new urgency in his voice. Everyone dropped their smiles and grew serious.

"Yeah! They were going to a lab! Something about OR15 units! I saw the lab, too!"

This time, it was Efi that perked up. "A lab? What did it look like?!" her voice was fraught with newfound worry.

"I… it was… there was a window… Outside there was one of those weird animal-looking towers… the window was a semi-circle. There was a mechanics shop nearby, and the inside of the lab had a bunch of spare parts everywhere… there was also a big computer with a box of Lucio-oh's next to it…"

Efi gasped. "That's… that's my lab! I… I left some of Orisa's old parts there, and I had a computer with a ton of files on the OR15 there!" Panic set in. "My parents are gone this week, but my lab has so much important stuff there! Why are they going there? We have to stop them!"

McCree stepped up to Hana's bed, his voice deadly serious. "Was Lena there?"

Hana's eyes widened as the memories of the dream flooded back to her. "Oh no… Oh no… Oh God!" She clamped her hands over her face. "Slipstream does go! She goes, and she kills a civilian there!"