Victor's out for a midnight stroll in the Nexus, or what counts as a midnight stroll. She's wearing rollerskates and pushing herself around with an old, cracked oar made of wood so old that it's grey.

Then she sees her buddy crying and she knows her universe is hard so something must have gone down. "Adia? Adia, what can I do?"

She doesn't know the extent of the damage, and that's causing a hot knot of fear in her stomach. It's like when she's on patrol and she walks into an ambush; it's like that moment right before a mousetrap snaps shut. Anything could be going wrong right now.