“NO!” Her voice ripped from her once more, through the fury that had burst in her chest. “No you are not - don’t you DARE say his name!” She had to fight the tears in her eyes before a sob broke through her composure. This couldn’t be. He moved like Will. And he - he spoke like him. Merlin, even the way he said her name — how many times had she begged the universe to hear him say her name in her dreams, just one more time? Every facial expression, every minute detail told her it was him; it was as if he’d been resurrected to tug every last memory of her husband from her in an effort to remind her just exactly who she’d lost. “Stop it, stop it. You’re being cruel.” She shook her head vigorously and cowered away from him. She couldn’t look at him either. He looked too much like Will, and if he said one more word to her, her resolve would break and she would run straight to him and Henry would be lost.

Nausea began to take over, quickly curdling in her stomach. Henry, she had to get to Henry before this man got to him and took him from her. She’d promised Will she would protect their son and she had all but failed within the span of a few minutes. “I don’t know who you are, but you need to leave me and my son alone. You need to —”

Another thunderous roar vibrated the air around them which seemed to reach into Diana’s core and jolt her out of her fury. She needed to find Henry. Eyeing the man in front of her, Diana felt desperation gnaw at her and she struggled to stand up. “Please…please, I’ll do anything you want me to,” She beseeched, “Just let me find my son first and make sure he’s safe.”