"Oh my god." Colleen turned up the radio. "Oh my god!" They found a cure. It was a miracle! There was a reason why she stayed optimistic, and this was it. On her bike, she sped down the streets of her home, New York City, with--might she add--impeccable timing. The world was in ruins now, but she could take solace in knowing that it would survive just like the rest of them, and everything would be okay again. But not completely okay, at least not in Colleen's world. The last few days in Atlantis had been great, and terrible at the same time. Terrible, considering who she deserted to be there. Sick with guilt, Colleen rode up on the Heroes for Hire's hideout and stayed out there for a few minutes. The longer she stood out there, though, the harder it was to go in and face the horrible shame she put on herself. And her friend. Dangling the bottle of Atlantean wine in one hand, clutching her helmet in the other, Colleen threw on her brave face and went in with the anticipation that she may just get her ass kicked for her foolery. "Shimai?" she gingerly called out, walking through, until she found her. Stopping just where she was, Colleen smiled, feeling very faint and very sheepish, and held up the wine. "Surprise...?"