Children sitting cross-legged on a concrete floor.
Avery stealing pudding cups from the cafeteria.
Hannah bossing everybody around during storms because she thought structure kept people calmer.
Avery calling her “Bossy Bowers.”
Hannah gasps softly.
“Oh my God…”
Avery smiles weakly.
“There you are.”
Wu notices the memory retrieval immediately.
His eyes sharpen.
“Enough emotional stimulation,” he says calmly. “Her recall acceleration is destabilizing.”
“Shut up,” I growl.
For once?
Wu actually listens.
Probably because even he can tell Hannah is barely holding herself together now.
Avery grips Hannah’s wrist weakly.
“Hannah…”
“Don’t talk.”
“You always say that.”
“Because patients who talk bleed more.”
Avery coughs painfully.
“Still bossy.”
Jesus Christ.
Hannah’s face breaks apart completely.
She’s trying so hard not to cry while saving her.
Trying to stay clinical.
Professional.
But this isn’t just a patient.
This is someone she loved before Sentinel stole her memories.
And maybe the last living piece of the girl she used to be.
