When Molly’s eyes adjusted to her surroundings, she found herself standing on the Thresher’s Sickbay. Ryan’s arms still supporting her.

“Where’s Newton?”

“Gone.”

“Where to? We need to get her!” Molly’s tone was almost panicked.

“No, Molly.” Ryan said, more quietly than Molly was used to hear. “You don’t get it. She’s gone. Forever.”

“Then why are we here?”

“You need to have your hand fixed.”

“Hand? What–” Molly never finished her sentence, as when she looked at her hands she was not expecting what she saw. Her right hand was covered in dark crimson blood, her knuckles held open wounds, and her fingers… And then she felt it. The sharp pain when she tried to move them. Broken. Somehow, her hand was broken in multiple places and she couldn’t move it.

With a gasp, she hugged her wrist, trying her best to keep a neutral expression.

“What happened?” The words left her lips hastily under a shaky breath.

Molly Holloway, CEO Holloway Heavy Industries (and Ryan York, with permission)