After Ivy told Diana what fate awaited her, Diana fled from the cell, running back to her dorm and taking cover under her blankets. For some reason, fear was jolting through her like currents of electricity. Silence snored a little, the only indication that she hadn't woken up while Diana had been gone.

Was Ivy telling the truth? Was Guardian really the monster Ivy believed him to be? But he couldn't be. Art and Storm trusted him, and Diana knew they weren't stupid and they were trustworthy. But what if even they had been duped ...?

At some point during the night, Diana actually succeeded in falling asleep, only to be plagued by freaky dreams. She could no longer determine what was a vision and what was her own overworked imagination. It was only then that her mind completely shut down and she saw it ...

. . . . . . . . . .

Ivy stood in the security room of Haven, her hands chained behind her, identical manacles attached to her ankles. The room was empty, and it was only then that the girl let her tears fall. For too long, she had concealed her fear at her fate, and it would hide no longer. With her head bowed, she sniffled, still fighting against the tears that streamed down her cheeks. The only sound belonged to Ivy, crying, alone, with no one there to save her.

A boom made her jump. She turned, taking a shaky breath and straightening her shoulders. The doors started to slide open, water spilling through, a raging torrent. Ivy had time for one scream only as the water enveloped her. It dragged her from the entrance and out into the ocean. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't pull herself to the surface. Screaming in frustration, no matter how hard she fought, she sank.

Then, abruptly, her muffled screams below the water stopped, and the girl went limp, her body slowly falling to the bottom of the ocean, her eyes open but unseeing.

. . . . . . . . . .

Diana sat bolt upright, crying out. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest, feeling like it was going to burst right out. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and she felt physically ill. She gasped for breath, a hand against her chest.

"D-Delphi?" Silence had sat up as well, her pixie-cut rumpled on one side. She had a dazed expression on her face. "What's going on? Are you okay?"

Diana focused on breathing in and out. Bile rose in her throat, but with some effort, she forced it down. She would not get ill. Still, she pressed her hands against her face, terrified. Why was she so scared? It hadn't been any different than the other horrible visions she always saw!

Silence wrapped her arms around Diana comfortingly. "Hey, hey, it's okay, don't cry," she said soothingly. Diana hadn't even realized that she was crying, but now that Silence said it, she could feel the moisture of tears on her cheeks. "It's alright, you're safe here."

Finally, after what felt like ages, Diana was able to gain control of her tears. However, try as she might, she couldn't stop herself from trembling. Why had what she'd seen spooked her so much? It wasn't like it was any different than what she normally saw.

But it was—she realized it almost immediately. It was different because she knew Ivy. She had spoken to the girl and even understood her. The punishment for her seemed so extreme, too extreme. The feeling of drowning seemed to have assailed Diana, overwhelming her ... and she couldn't lose the memory of Ivy's startling green eyes, open but unseeing.

The door opened, and Diana heard Brick's voice, normally deep, go shrill. "Silence? What's going on?"

"If I knew, I'd tell you!" Silence snapped, her voice matching his pitch. "Get somebody!"

"Who?!" Brick was close to panicking. Diana couldn't stop trembling.

"Art." Diana hadn't even realized Hal was there until he spoke. It was like she had somehow shut off her powers. "We should get Art and Storm. They'll know what to do. Go, Brick! Go get them. Silence, you too."

Diana felt Silence's arms pull away as the girl hurried after her brother. She was alone for only a moment before Hal knelt beside her, putting a hand on her bicep. "Di, are you okay? What's wrong? What's happened?"

Diana wanted to answer him, but she couldn't find the strength. It was as if sleeping had sapped her energy instead of replenishing it. She wanted to know what he thought, but again, it was like someone had put a blindfold over her mind. Just having Hal's hand on her arm made her feel a little more grounded, though.

What felt like hours was probably only minutes until Art and Storm arrived. Art swiftly moved to Diana's side, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Diana," he whispered. "Answer me, in your mind. Can you hear me?"

"I can hear you." She struggled to send the message to him when it had never been a problem for her before. Art's grip around her increased, and she found herself lifted into the air by him, carried like a child. She vaguely saw him shaking his head at Storm, pushing her away when she came over to speak with him. Still cradling Diana to him, he stepped from the room, into the hall.

"Where ...?" Diana couldn't ask anything more. It felt like a lump of cotton had settled on her tongue—or as her tongue.

"We're going to Guardian," he told her. "You'll be safe."

Diana shook her head, panicking. "No. Not Guardian! Please! You must listen to me!"

Art stared at her, and she remembered with startling clarity Ivy's words of advice. Don't lie. Now she understood. She had to tell him the truth, the absolute truth. "Di, are you alright?" he asked, concerned.

"In private. Please." She prayed that he would understand and wouldn't question her further. Both Storm and Hal were viewing her with some concern, but she payed attention only to Art.

The man frowned, but nodded. "Okay. Come on, then." He hefted her up a little more, shifting her into a somewhat-more comfortable position. Casting a rather puzzled look back at the others, he lugged her into a separate room—another bedroom, but this one was empty. Gently, he laid her down on the bed, propping her up with several pillows. "Alright, better?" he said.

Diana nodded. She swallowed some saliva, hoping it would help ease the lump in her mouth. The effort was abandoned when she discovered that the lump was actually her tongue. "B-better."

"Good." Art continued to watch her. "Why don't you want to see Guardian?"

For a moment, Diana had the crazy urge to lie to him. But Ivy's words once again stopped her. Don't lie. If Diana couldn't trust Art, who could she trust? She spilled everything—from the moment when Silence had dragged her out to see the criminal, to recognizing Ivy from a vision. Then she told him all about her visit to Ivy, even including the part where she'd messed with the guard's mind, and her vision after learning about Ivy's fate.

It took Art several minutes to digest everything that Diana had told him. He sat down on the bed next to her, running a hand over his hair slowly. "You really shouldn't listen to what she says," he said after a long moment. "She's out of her mind."

"Who judged that?" Diana asked, surprised at her own harsh tone.

Art seemed surprised by her behavior and took a moment to answer. "I, ah, Guardian. And psychologists. The girl is stark-raving mad, Di. She ..."

He got no further. "Art, she's not! She seemed perfectly sane when I talked to her!" Diana burst out. "She's being framed. She doesn't deserve to die! She was only defending herself—"

"Diana!" Art spoke angrily to Diana for the first time. "Will you listen to me? She can't be trusted. She's out of her mind."

"You don't know that! She said that Guardian set his men on her and she had no choice—"

"I was there." Art grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to look at him. "I was there when she killed Guardian's man. She didn't say anything to him. He asked her what her business was, trying to see Guardian, and she attacked him. Strangled him with vines. We tried to pull her off, but she didn't stop until he was dead. She may have similar powers to Storm, but their personalities are vastly different. Ivy's mind is broken. If our world was simpler, we could offer her the help she needs, but she is endangering Haven. A supervillain has no place in our world."

"But death?" Diana whispered. "It's so ... brutal."

"She's broken out twice in six months." Art dragged his hand over his grizzled face. "There is no holding her in. No containing her. She's too dangerous to keep here, and she can't be let loose in the real world. Not with powers like hers, and certainly not with the location of Haven. We'd have United and the rest of the villains descending on us in days. One life in exchange for thousands. Is that what you want?"

Diana was openly crying now; not just because she was upset by what Art was telling her, but also because he'd never spoken harshly to her before. She was too weak to put her hands over her face, so she just sat there and cried like an idiot. Finally, Art seemed to notice her distress and awkwardly put his hand on her shoulder. "Look, Diana. Don't let it distress you. Just try not to think about Ivy, okay? She's not worth your time."

Diana, her hands trembling, wiped away some of her tears, trying to gain some semblance of self-control. "I ... Art, I just don't know. It doesn't feel right."

"Right or wrong ... we've got to do it." Art wrapped his arms around her. "Don't think about it, okay? Promise me you'll try and enjoy yourself."

"A-alright. I promise," she said reluctantly.

Art turned and left the room, leaving her alone. She was too exhausted to look into his mind and see where he was going.

He was going to Ivy's prison.