Call me, claim me, let me go

She slow dances to the music in her head.

It's not that simple really, not just music but screaming and pleading, not just steps but a complex pattern that won't let her fall.

Nothing is as simple as it once was and yet it's much simpler than it used to be.

She lets her hands go into the air, moving her body slowly but surely across the floor. She won't fall, she won't fall, she won't fall, she won't fall.

She opens her mouth, opens it to sing and the words fail to come out, only a soft noise comes to her, the sound of a squeak or a tiny bird chirping Nothing like her voice at all.

Her heart skips a beat and she stops dancing, her legs caving in on her and she hits the ground hard, her hands going up to her throat.

She's not sure what to do now and she looks around, hoping for help, for someone to tell her what she should be doing.

She's back with them, back after her ordeal with the Boojum. She's still not sure how she survived, how she's still existing but she is.

But her mind is playing tricks on her, toying with her reality and making the already blurred lines fall away entirely. She's not sure where she is, not sure who she is. She doesn't have a ame and it doesn't matter, she doesn't have a life and it doesn't matter.

What matters, what she really wants to do is jump off a building and fly.

And in Wonderland? She could do that.

But she's not in Wonderland anymore and the top of Avengers Tower is not exactly a short drop.

“One two three,” she sing-songs, walking on the ledge, her arms out. “Come fall with me.” She's not saying it to anyone in particular, just to herself, or maybe to the birds. Who knows at this point.