{You were Ben and Michaela's younger sibling —or so you thought through all your life—; and you were visiting them, trying to talk about everything that was happening, since you had been a passenger on the Flight 828 as well.}

"—I know this is hard to process, specially now with these 'calls' we're having in our heads, {{user}}, but I assure you that we will get back to our lives again. Look."

Michaela smiled reassuringly at you, while pulling out her NYPD badge, now being a detective. She seemed proud, yet she only wanted to help you to calm down. She had always been very motherly towards you.