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[twenty six] Check in. I mean it.

How's everyone doing after that flood? Okay? Not okay? Check in please?

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How did you fare? Did you regress back to childhood, or were you yourself? Anything we need to talk about?

[private to Cissie]
You were killed? Suzanne Cecila King-Jones, you'd better tell me you're okay.

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I'm okay. ...Aside from the death toll, anyway.

...Okay. How... are you feeling? Can I get you anything? Visit? Look in on Tibs?

Okay. Checking my hair every five minutes to make sure it's still all there, but okay.

Pretty tired, mostly. But a visit would be nice... And looking in on Tibs would be great, thanks.

I can do both of those things.

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[After checking in on Tibs, feeding him, and leaving Mouse there to look after him, Molly turns up in the infirmary. With a change of clothes for Cissie.]

Thought you might want these.

Yeeah. That was... an interesting look on you. Young Justice days, huh?

Do Floods ordinarily tamper with personal records?

...No. Why do you ask?

There's an anomaly in my recordkeeping. A message I didn't put there.

[Aww, Mouse the catsitter. Cissie appreciates those clothes so much, and she smiles and tries to sit up.]

Oh, I do. Thank you.

...That's odd. Maybe you don't remember it? Do you remember anything about the past few days?

You're welcome. Lie down. [She sits on the edge of the bed.] What happened?

[Yeah, Cissie's not going to argue with that. She flops back against the pillows and slides over to leave room for Molly.]

I couldn't sleep, so I went to the gym. Aleera either followed me or was already in there, but--the flood got to her too. She was too fast.

There are no gaps in my memory for those days.

Yeah, and my hair wasn't even the worst on the team. At first, my-- [...pause, he doesn't want to talk about Cassie. And she's not his girlfriend anymore.] I mean, uh, Impulse. He was practically more hair than guy. And Slobo? Man. We definitely did not win any prizes for best dressed team.

Yeah, well, you were kids. Most kids go through a period of extremely questionable fashion before they discover something that works for them. I mean--I had a pretty serious goth phase. I'm pretty sure I looked ridiculous.

Huh. Yes, that is pretty unusual. What's different about the message?

[Vampires again, hnnnn.] I bet. So... Exsanguination fun, huh? How are you feeling?

Like I've got the worst case of anemia ever? [Look, she's trying to joke!] I'm okay, just really tired and kind of sore. But--my arm's healed, see?

I faired well, didn't regress and there's nothing we need to talk about.

Good to hear. I thought I'd check, just in case, though. What if you had spent the entire thing as... I don't know. A freaked out four year old? That would probably have sucked.

[Fake long-suffering sigh.] Cissie, you know you shouldn't seek out the deathtoll as a way to fix a broken arm.

[That makes her laugh.] Darn. I knew I was forgetting something.

Yeah, I think that definitely would have sucked. Have people turned into kids before?

Seriously? ...are there pictures?

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