Flash.
Flash.
FLASH.
And Hannah suddenly gasps—
not here anymore.
Seeing something else.
“Don’t touch her!” she screams at something invisible. “Please—please stop—”
My blood turns ice cold.
She’s reliving it.
Wu watches silently.
Clinical.
Observing.
The woman behind cover sees Hannah collapse and panics instantly.
“HANNAH!”
She tries to reach her—
Sentinel shoots her center mass.
The impact throws her backward against the tunnel wall.
Everything stops.
Even Hannah’s screaming.
The woman slides to the ground slowly, blood spreading across her chest.
No.
No no no—
Hannah stares at her in horror.
And suddenly—
memory hits.
Hard.
Violent.
The little girl from the flashes.
Dark curls.
Holding Hannah’s hand under a table during thunderstorms.
