"I'm sorry, Miss Becket. Your brother, Yancy..." Marshall Pentecost looked grave. Graver than she'd ever seen him. She imagined it was more to do with the fact that the Jaeger programme was being scrapped, rather than the fact that something had happened to Yancy.

She already knew. Raleigh had been brought in, barely alive. When they'd brought him in, she'd screamed his name as they wheeled him down the corridor, away from her. She'd cried out for him to open his eyes and look at her, but he couldn't hear her, they said. The extent of his injuries were unknown, but thought to be severe. Piloting a Jaeger single-handedly was almost unheard of, she'd heard someone say. The reason they had two co-pilots was because the neural load was too much for one person. It was then that she realised that Yancy was dead. There was no second stretcher bearing an injured-but-alive Yancy, no talk about a second co-pilot. In fact, it was almost as if the people around her were deliberately avoiding talking about Yancy altogether. She knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that her eldest brother was dead.

Jazmine sat beside Raleigh's bedside for days at a time. She was scared that if she left him for more than a few minutes at a time, he'd die. Losing Yancy had felt like losing a limb. If she lost Raleigh as well, she'd be broken beyond repair. The doctors had told her that he was stable, but that didn't stop her from worrying. Their parents were dead, and with Yancy gone, that left only the two of them.

"I don't know if you can hear me," Jazmine said quietly. She felt stupid talking to her brother's unconscious form, but she wanted him to know that she was there, that he wasn't alone, and that she didn't blame him for Yancy's death. "Yancy's dead, though I guess you already knew that. It's just you and me now," she paused and a reluctant smile found its way to her lips. "I can almost hear Yancy laughing at that. I mean, apart from the whole Jaeger pilot thing, you're pretty useless," she joked, "you can't even make a cup of coffee without spilling the whole thing all over yourself."

She felt like crying. It wasn't supposed to be like this. They both should have come back, victorious from their win. Jazmine would have congratulated them, as she always did, and given them both a hug that told them both very clearly that whilst she was all smiles and support on the outside, she worried like crazy whenever they took Gipsy Danger out for a spin. They should have had breakfast together that morning whilst Raleigh enthusiastically recounted their fight, blow for blow. Yancy would occasionally interject with a correction, ( "That was my idea, actually." ) but for the most part, would spend the entire time with his mouth stuffed full of food. It became a routine of sorts. It was their thing, right up until the moment that it wasn't. Right up until the moment that Yancy's life was snuffed out, and their trio become a duo. Oh God, Yancy. She missed him already. She missed him so much that her entire body ached with longing. She wanted to scream. To scream his name so loud that he'd somehow hear her and wake from his death. She kept expecting him to come bursting through the door, his face pale and drawn, the way it always was whenever she or Raleigh were in trouble. Yancy, she whispered inside her head, come back. I need you, come back.

JAZMINE!

The voice came from inside her head, but it didn't belong to her. Someone was calling her name, trying desperately to get her attention. She could feel them somewhere in the back of her mind, but the signature wasn't strong enough for her to grab onto. Was it Yancy? Was he trying to make contact from beyond the grave?

Jazmine, listen to me, don't chase the rabbit.

Don't chase the rabbit. She didn't chase the rabbit, the rabbit chased her. Every single time. She fought so hard to just let it flow, but Yancy would always appear as if from nowhere, take her hand and lead her away from the steady flow of memories, back into the one she wanted most to avoid. She'd try to pull away, to concentrate on just letting them flow, but no matter what she did or how far away she managed to get, Yancy would always drag her back, kicking and screaming. It was all a part of her imagination, of course it was, but that didn't mean it felt any less real. If she'd gotten one dollar for every time she'd told herself 'it's not real, it's all in your head,' she'd have enough money to leave the Jaeger programme and build herself a palace, somewhere far away from Jaegers and Shatterdome's and Kaiju.

"Jazmine!"

"I know!" She broke out, forcing herself out of the wave of memories that she'd been drowning in. "I know. Out of sync, I fucking know." She pulled off her helmet and disengaged herself from the harness. She left her co-pilot, Hannah, in the Conn-Pod as she stormed out, furious at herself.

"What happened?" Hannah called after her.

"What always happens," Jazmine replied shortly. "I chased the rabbit."