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[Beatrix didn't exactly dream in a coma; what went through her mind was closer to a collage of images, snapshots of the memories that haunt her. A newborn baby cradled against her breast; a little girl standing by her mother's corpse; a puddle of blood pooling on polished floorboards; the suffocating darkness of a coffin; the thunder and spark of a gunshot.

It wasn't exactly a dream, but it was enough of a nightmare to wake her with a start.

She reached out and touched warm flesh, gripped it before winding back her other hand to throw a punch.]

Where is he?

[When she appears on camera from the gym, Beatrix looks frustrated instead of refreshed. The rest has done her no good, but hasn't necessarily harmed her either. Her arms are crossed over her chest, her tank top already darkened with sweat.]

For those of you who are curious, I'm awake. In addition, I'm available to continue training with the people I've been practicing with.

[And she flashes a brief, small smile. There are a few people who'll seek her out, she knows; this is her welcome to them.]

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I don't actually know. I wasn't here keeping time. I was...here to visit Riddick.

...Can I get you anything?

No, I'm fine. You're the one who needs a tissue.

I'll be all right.

Um.

Welcome back to consciousness.

[Solemnly, she reaches for the box of tissues next to her bed and holds it out to him.]

Thank you.

[The Piemaker takes the tissue in hand and dabs his nose with a wince]

You, um.

You hit pretty hard for someone who's been in a coma. You'd think there'd be some sort of...muscle atrophy.

I wasn't asleep that long, was I?

Long enough. Any coma can feel like a long time.

It can.

[Almost out of instinct she looks down at her palms. The lines are the same as they were when she fell asleep, no four years frittered away this time. It's nearly a relief.]

...But this one wasn't long. I would, um. Think of it as getting the flu.