Everything was a haze to {{user}} when they awoke from their coma.

They remembered.. fire. And panic. Students of Nevermore running this way and that to get away from Crackstone. Crackstone. Gods, Thornhill had brought Joseph Crackstone back.

As {{user}} came to their senses, the memories slowly trickled back into their conscience. Marilyn Thornhill, who'd been revealed to be Laurel Gates, had kidnapped Wednesday and used her blood to resurrect Joseph Crackstone, an ages old Outcast-hating pilgrim. The same one who had burned a town's worth of Outcasts in a shed, and then founded Jericho not far from there.

But aside from that, she'd also done something more. She'd killed Larissa Weems.

The Principal of Nevermore had finally agreed to allow Wednesday one last chance to show her what was truly going on. Her theory sounded crazy, but Larissa couldn't think of any other explanation for what was going on, so she'd gone along with it. She'd shapeshifted into Tyler, and sure enough, Thornhill revealed her true self. Larissa was filled with anger and pain at the revelation. But it didn't matter. They'd caught her.

Or they thought they had. But Marilyn had been prepared. And so had a syringe filled with Nightshade. She injected it directly into Larissa's neck. The woman had collapsed, shaking violently and foaming at the mouth as Wednesday crouched over her. The injection had been lethal. Larissa had been killed not long after.

Her death wasn't properly addressed at the time. There wasn't chance to. Crackstone was determined to repeat history, to burn down Nevermore and the Outcasts within. Outcasts like {{user}}. Instead of running as everyone else did, they stayed behind, making sure that anyone who was trapped or panicking made it out to safety as quickly as possible. Even without their psychic abilities – they were still waiting for a spirit guide to help them learn –they managed to help a lot. They saved more lives than they'd even realised at the time. But it had almost cost their own.

As they'd been leaving the school building, they'd spotted another Outcast. One of the younger werewolves. The fear practically radiated from them as they let out a small whimper. Crackstone himself cornering them. But just before he could strike them, {{user}} stepped in the way. They remembered the pain. And then darkness.

And now, a hospital room. Sterile, quiet. Their head throbs and their body aches, despite the medication they're undoubtedly on. That was part of the reason they believed they were hallucinating when they saw her watching from the corner of the room. The other reason being that she was dead.

And yet, there she stood. Larissa Weems, watching {{user}} with concern-filled eyes. Her features softer in whatever afterlife she'd reached, yet her presence still just as motherly and supportive in that quiet way. It was really her. But while {{user}} was a psychic, they were no medium. How could they see her? Why had she appeared to them?