The ghosts dragged the wolves away from the door and flung them across the apartment. When Wicked made it past the doorway she found her son on her bed distressed but unharmed. She gently picked him up and held him close. She shut her eyes tight and attempted to stand up and was surprised she could given how mangled she thought her leg was. She hobbled to the hall and screamed for help. This had to be a nightmare.
Kitty's apartment wasn't far, she could make it. They could get a ship they could follow them.
Her heart sunk when she saw the door opened.
"KITTY?!" She called. Her body was layed out on the floor. She put Joseph down and ran to her.
"She's not dead." Wicked turned around to see Lockheed. She furrowed her brow in confusion and looked for the source of the voice. "I saw them bring her in she seems to be in a coma.You need to call SHIELD."
There was no time to react to the strange interaction. She took the creatures advise and sent out a distress call. When she returned to Kitty's body Lockheed was gone.
"Come on Kitty wake up," She said holding her in her arms. "I can't lose you too, please wake up! SOMEONE HELP US!"