Kat looked up to see her gone, then fought madly as tears welled up in her eyes.

She got up, going to the window, then looked out, tears streaming down her cheeks as she thought of everything that had happened to her, even just recently as a reverted child. It seemed she never really knew how to handle anything life threw at her. She was no hero, though she'd been given powers, she was dead or repellent to emotions, her only attractions were to silent, vanishing figures who'd give a penny less if she died, and now, even in the home of her greatest and most honored hero, figure, and heroine, she could do nothing but become angry and upset, push her away, an retreat further into herself.