The corridor bends slightly towards the middle, and terminates in a large room filled with banks of monitors, flickering with static. Yelena sits slumped against the console in front of one of those monitor banks, the microphone for an old-fashioned intercom in one hand. There's a deep gash along her forehead, straight and even, like a surgical scar, and the front of her black tank top is visible soaked with blood.
She gives him a wan smile as he enters.
"You are very stubborn. You should have left. It's just a dream, like the last time. I'll be there when you wake up."
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She gives him a wan smile as he enters.
"You are very stubborn. You should have left. It's just a dream, like the last time. I'll be there when you wake up."