*Phone ringing*

“Hello”

“Ms. Sara we have a problem!”

“What is it now?”

“……………………..”

“WHAT?” “.......” “And you’re telling me this now?”

“I’m sorry Ms. Sara.”

“If this affects our plan in any way, you will be sorry Robert.”

*Call ends*

3 days later at the hospital Reception.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN’T SEE MY GIRL!?” – A woman is shouting at the reception.

“I’m sorry ma’am but there are-” “I DON’T CARE. I NEED TO SEE MY DAUGHTER RIGHT NOW!!!!”

“But-“ “I’ll take it from here Robert.” Dr. Ella enters the hall. “Hello ma’am I’m Dr. Ella. I’m the Doctor in charge of your girl. I’m afraid to tell you this but your Daughter is in a very serious coma. We’re not sure when she will wake up but we’re doing everything we can.”

“What do you-“ “STEP AWAY FROM HER RIGHT NOW ELIZABETH!” Dr. Ella hears a familiar voice. As she steps back and turns around to take a look all of her questions are answered. A Tall woman with silver hair and a textured pixie cut stands there. The words she said would have been a lot less asserting if she wouldn’t had been holding a shotgun in her hands.

She fires the shotgun aiming at the other woman’s head. As the bullet hit’s her she falls on the ground but strangely there no blood.

“I see you’re as reckless as ever Sully.” – Dr. Ella.

“I thought I told you to stop calling me that.”

“And I thought I told you stop barging in my life with shotguns and robots and other magical stuff but who’s counting.” – Dr. Ella.

.......

“So what are you really here for Seraphine?” – Dr. Ella

“I’m here for my daughter.”

“Your WHAT!?”