There's no transition. No context. She jerks her hands away and scrambles several feet to the rear. Her instincts are screaming for her to retreat. Her heart is traveling a mile a minute.

Ivy's words echo in the empty space and begin to circle in her brain. Unending. Unrelenting. Undeniable. What good are you Leslie? She's telling you the truth. You don't really make a difference.

"You weren't here," she stumbles. "Joker..."

She begins to look around in vain