Take my hand, we’ll make it I swear
Possibility for 4x13.
Basically, Philinda has destroyed me.
“They say the mother was the one that made everyone crazy with her powers. Agent May took them all on.”
Melinda looked down at her hands–still shaking from the fight. She felt a deep sense of relief that she couldn’t explain, knowing that the precious little girl behind her was safe. But there was a weight in her gut, telling her that something was off. Something about this felt…surreal.
“The Cavalry went in after all.”
Melinda drew her eyebrows together at the word “Cavalry.” Her fist tightened unconsciously. What was going on? She felt like she was still fighting, though the battle in the warehouse was behind her now. Something was wrong. Something was missing. Like a puzzle piece that someone was trying to force into a space it didn’t belong.
Melinda picked up her phone and dialed a familiar number, hoping that talking to Andrew would settle her down.
“I did it, Andrew.” Melinda’s voice wobbled as she spoke, the raw emotion bringing a teary smile to her face. She looked back for confirmation. Yes, she was still there. She wasn’t dreaming. She saved her. She saved the girl.
“Thank you,” the girl whispered.
Melinda turned back and repeated the thought out loud. “I saved the girl.”
Saying it out loud brought fresh tears to her eyes. At first, she thought they were tears of joy–she had been so worried about the girl’s safety. But the tears kept coming. And they felt more like tears of loss and heartache than of relief.
Melinda took in a shaky breath and looked around. Her thoughts felt muddled. Something was wrong. Something was missing. Someone was missing.