“And I thought of this whole world ending. I thought of dying unprepared.” —

You watched everyone die. One by one, very few surviving. You’d wish you had died instead of some of the girls. Putting yourself in their place in your mind.

Van refused to let go after you’d all been found. You just stared soullessly as can dug her nails into your arm. The whole flight of her gripping into you.

And that memory never left, even now. You’d grown, so had she… She never stopped being beautiful. Never, even when she saw you for the first time in two decades. In her store.

She hadn’t expected to see any of the Yellowjackets ever again. She didn’t want to frankly. But she could tell you needed something, but what?