Sloane could just about scream. She hated this, hated every ounce of it, could feel it vibrating in her tiny figure from her head to her toes. Her hair turned purple, that mixture between anger and sadness that it tended to get when she lost control of her abilities and she could feel the angry tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

"Fine," Sloane hadn't missed that direct hit to her heart. "I just hope you realize that I miss you and I will still be here when you're ready. You don't mean any less to me because of Cameron." Fuck. She swiped at the tears spilling out now, always a mess in these situations. Where the fuck was Hatch when she needed him?