Jamie fell to the floor, driven down by the combined weight of Lena and his father. He heard the sharp, wet crack of Tony's neck breaking, then the heavy thump of the body hitting the floor.
"Lena, be-" Jamie knew she wouldn't hear the rest of it. "Careful. Love you too."
As the door burst open, Roxanna curled in on herself, fulling expecting another shot to be the last sound she ever heard. She chanced a look through her tangled hair, and saw, not her captors, but...Lena? And Julia?
"That's not right," she muttered in German, because she'd always associate that tongue with Lena. "It's never you in the dreams, it's always them. It's always bad. So you can't really be here, and I'm going to wake up in a second, alone and hungry and waiting to die." She leaned her head against the wall and closed her eyes, because as far as she was convinced, it didn't matter anymore.