A/N: Oh, my God, I'm updating this.

It was all so clear.

Despite her desperate, hopeless situation, her focus sharpened as she raced through the hallways, searching for some sort of escape. Her baby, her child, Rene, was cradled in her arms. She alternated between running and flying, trying to hasten the process of her escape, but her efforts were proving to be fruitless. She could feel them, her teammates, the League. She could feel them gaining on her, and she could feel herself slowing as they drew ever nearer.

She balked as another turn down another hallway led to another dead end. Of course, the entire building was on lockdown. It would have been too easy, wouldn't it, if she had just managed to take Rene and go, disappearing into the night. Life was never that easy.

Never.

If she could just get outside, though. If she could get outside, into the dark of night, she'd be able to make a getaway.

If she could get outside.

Her flight slowed, and her pursuers were closer than ever. She began to lower; running would be an easier manner of getting away, staying ahead, fighting to escape this nightmare.

When her feet touched the tiles, the floor opened up into darkness. A black nothingness rushed up and consumed her, and there was nothing that she could do to protect herself or Rene.

Oh, yes, this was a nightmare. This scenario was nothing more than a mental reproduction of a previous event, turned dark by the twisted corners of the mind. She'd known that from the beginning.

Megan was just having trouble waking up.

Call it a sixth sense, premonition, or whatever you like, but whatever it was, it woke Roy up in the middle of the night, filling him with an overwhelming sense of dread.

They were in trouble.

Megan was still asleep in the other bed in the motel room, with Rene next to her. Roy stood quickly, already gathering his things and stuffing them into the large duffel bag that he had acquired from the local superstore.

"Megan," he whispered, nudging her. He hissed; "Megan."

No answer. She remained asleep.

"Megan. We need to get out of here, now!"

His voice raised in volume, startling little Rene into consciousness. Roy gasped as Rene's face scrunched, and she let out the first few hiccupping sobs that would soon escalate into a full-on scream.

"No," he whispered, quickly but gently pulling Rene from her mother's arms, "No, nononononono…" he rocked her back and forth. Slowly, her sobs reduced to mere sniffles. He carried her with him as he packed up everything that belonged to either him or Megan inside of the duffel. Once he was done, he turned back to Megan. She was still asleep.

"Megan," he said, raising his voice but keeping his tone soft. He shifted Rene so that he could hold her with one arm. With the other arm, he reached out and shook Megan roughly. "Megan!"

It was no use.

Roy set Rene down on his own bed and flicked on the light, though he had no idea why he hadn't turned it on in the first place. Literally "shedding light on the subject", he now realized that something was really wrong. Megan's whole body was tense. Her muscles were locked in place, her eyes were squeezed shut, and her breathing was coming out in ragged pants.

Suddenly, Roy snapped into mission mode. He took the duffel in one hand and Rene in the other, casting a worried glance Megan's way before opening the door and walking out to the car. He was back in less than a minute, having already secured Rene and the duffel inside the automobile. Megan was going to take a little more effort.

Eventually, the falling stopped, and Megan was slowly lowered to the ground. Somehow, through the seemingly eternal fall, she'd managed to keep Rene safe and sound in her arms.

However, as the lights came on in this new hallway, one by one, Megan began wishing she was still falling.

An eternity of nothingness was better than this.

At one end of the hallway, barely illuminated by the lights, was Superboy. Conner. He started towards her, a look of indifference on his face with just the barest hint of resentment alight in his eyes. He was a long way off, but every second he approached sent a new shot of terror through her.

She whirled, but there was nowhere to run. Slowly, from the shadows, her teammates emerged. Each of them had the same bored expression of hate that Conner had.

She was trapped, her friends closing in on her as the impenetrable walls offered no hope for freedom. Megan's arms tightened around Rene.

And then, there was a flash of gold, and the child was gone.

Megan gasped, her now empty arms falling to her sides. She looked down, as if she thought she might see Rene still there, but there was nothing. When she looked up again, there was nothing.

One by one, the hallway lights turned off, until she was once more suspended in nothingness. However, this time was much worse. For, this time, she was completely alone.

Absolutely alone.

All by herself.

Alone.

"Megan."

Or was she?

"Megan."

She could feel it. Physically, and not with her dream-state mind, she could feel a pair of arms encircling her. The black nothingness was replaced by real feelings; the cool night air, the warm body of the one holding her, the soft, rhythmical rocking of being carried. Most of all, though, was the voice. His voice. Whispering.

"Megan, wake up. I'm here, wake up."

She relaxed, slowly opening her eyes. He was watching her, concern clouding his normally clear blue eyes. A small, relieved smile turned his lips when he saw that she was conscious.

She spoke, her voice coming out slightly hoarse; "Roy, ah-"

"We're leaving. Rene's already in the car, and so's our stuff. Shh."

They reached the car, and he climbed in the back, placing her on the seats next to Rene, who was sleeping. As Roy then settled in the driver's seat, Megan tried to push herself up on one arm. She was weak, however. She was tired.

"Roy," she whispered, "Where…" but sleep overcame her before she could even finish her sentence.

Roy started the car, pulling out of the parking lot and heading for the highway. He wished he'd had a chance to erase the security footage of them leaving, so that the League wouldn't be able to find them. Then again, though, if his spur-of-the-moment premonition was anything to go off of, the League would have found them anyway if he'd delayed departing.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of gold among the trees, but he didn't register it as anything important.

A/N: It's good to be back.