[It takes awhile. She's so busy running scans she doesn't take any note of anything except what she's doing -- and how empty she's coming up.]

Will...

[She might say his name now and then, looking in the computer she thinks she's in, and finally frustrated in her attempts, stops. Her eyes close again and a tear leaks out of the corner of her eye and down the side of her nose.

Waking is a dreadful business. It's worse than crawling out of the dense fog she had been in before coming back to reality, and for a moment she doesn't know which is which.

But... This version had Fitz. She could feel safe here, with him. He probably wasn't the virus. After all, the virus had never shown her anything, just tricked her into doing it all herself. But Fitz was there.]

Fitz?

[Her throat is dry and scratchy, like she'd screamed for a long while and blown the voice. She clears her throat, but it doesn't feel much better.]