She was alone.

Standing by the shore of a vast open sea, Taylor knew that she was in a dream. Even as she felt the grains of the white sand touch her bare feet, smell the salt in the breeze, feel the warmth of the sun's ray that hit her face, She knew that she was inside of her mind. A vivid hallucination that was induced by her loss of consciousness after being trapped within the wretched refuse of a prison that was her locker.

An escape away from the hopeless situation, a reprieve...

Suddenly, the tides began to move in, washing some foam in her bare feet. Taylor felt the unexplained urge as she found her vision slowly expanding, moving forward as if she was moving- no flying across the clear blue sea.

Refl..ct .n yo.r..Childh...d..

"What?" Taylor asked, confused to the whispers that spoken to her mind. The Girl was both bewildered and mesmerized as the crisp aquamarine of the vast oceans around her suddenly shift and gave way to a dry desolate land.

Y.ur sens..ati.n...ur wor.s..Yo.r emot..ns...

The young girl continued to hear the whispers of several voices as she continued to traverse the vast wasteland, her eyes seeing nothing but cracked dry soil and death.

Time...It .ill n.t .ait...

"Who are you? What are you trying to s-"Taylor tried to asked before the sudden shift of the area jarred her out of her line of thought. The wasteland gave way and the colors began to sprout from the horizon as the colors of green , yellow and white began to carpet the ground and life seemingly blossomed as she flew across the field.

.o mat..r...Ho. h.rd y.u h..d on...

She abruptly felt something, a fiery sensation that niggled in her head. It was the tingling sensation that spread across her temple, the feeling of numbness and pain that crawl slowly down her body; it felt like both fire and ice warring inside her as the cacophony of voices suddenly felt muffled as the pain intensifies.

It escapes you...

Distracted from the pain, Taylor didn't notice the lack of motion as her body stood weakly across the field of flowers. She was swaying her hands grasped her trembling body as the intense feeling continue to course within her. She was heedless as the gentle winds began to pick up strength, picking up the petals and forming into a strong vortex that surrounds her. Taylor didn't care if the thin hospital gown she was somehow in was being blown around her body as she bit her lower lip to endure the pain.

And...

Taylor Hebert can only scream as the pain in her back became too unbearable and the explosion of Gold feathers that came after as her vision slowly darkened and her body fell down the soft green grass..

-FITHOSLUSECWICOSVINOSEC-

Meanwhile

-WormXFF8-

Dragon watched several of her monitoring programs as she was suddenly ponged with an update from Birdcage...

Prisoner 0147 Codename: Baba Yaga Deceased.

The alert came with a video file that shows the events within the confines of the halls of the Fairy Queen. The A.I. processed the whole scene as she proceed to call in the contact that was attach to the certain parahuman file and waited.

"Chief Director Rebecca Costa Brown speaking... Can you confirm the passcode, Dragon?"

"Friday Friday 8 Tango Charlie 99" Dragon's simulated voice replied as she waited for confirmation.

"Acknowledged."

The voice of the Chief Director of the PRT confirmed as a screen showing an simple office decorated with accolades appear to her as Dragon began to run her simulated human avatar to the sudden video conference.

"So... Baba Yaga is dead."

The Stoic visage of Chief Brown stated as she crossed her hands and placed it on top of her desk. She continued to stare ahead, seemingly loss as she was trying to ponder some unknown thought.

"Send the data in, We need to discuss this with the other Directors for a possible Successor."

The call suddenly was terminated as Dragon began to collect the recordings and old PRT data on the recently deceases parahuman.