Jane woke up in her room, even though she could have sworn that she fell asleep in the room with the simply beautiful oak doors. Was it just a dream, or were the Waywards really doomed? She needed answers, now. She tried to get up, but even a simple action like moving her arm sent a searing pain throughout her body. She winced, and decided it was best to stay put for now. It must have been hours before a knock came at her door. "Jane?" Came a concerned voice from the other side. "Are you even in here?" A few seconds later, there was a sigh. "What am I doing?" It was hardly above a whisper. Then came some muttering that wasn't discernible, even in the silent house. "Unworthy? 'Sat you?" her voice was a croak. The muttering immediately stopped, and the door slowly opened. It was, indeed, Unworthy, with a tray of breakfast. She was pale and, oddly enough, unsmiling. "How much did you-never mind, that's not important." She shook her head, clearly frazzled. "Just... You need to leave. As soon as possible. Pack your bags." She stared at the floor. "But-" "Did it sound like a question to you?!" Her face was shrouded by her short, brown hair, but her shoulders were shaking. "I can't move. Hurts," Jane said, her voice wavering. Unworthy's head snapped up immediately. Tears were quickly streaming down her face. She rushed beside the bed. She was once again muttering. Without warning, she ran off.

Only minutes later, Unworthy returned. She was carrying a vial filled with a purple, thick liquid. "Drink this." Her voice cracked. " Whatever you think you feel, see, or hear, drink this." As expected, the movement of her arm was excruciatingly painful. She could hardly swallow the liquid. As she was sipping the beverage that tasted like a mixture of old socks and dust, the world around her warped. A demon burst through the glass roof. She screamed and cowered, shielding her face with her arms. In response, her arm was bitten by the cyclops that was a demon a minute ago. She wailed as blood spilled from her now mu h shorter arm. All through it, the gorgon was happily munching, unworthy was nowhere to be found, her arm was bleeding profusely, and-

It was gone.

Unworthy was, once again, right beside her. Her arm was still intact, and the demon-cyclops-gorgon was gone. "Can you move?" came a quiet voice from beside her. She nodded. "Good. Now, get out."