Marty had her calling to him from far away almost every time he'd closed his eyes in the last two weeks. When he heard it now, almost indistinguishable with the wind and the distance, he thought for a moment he was hallucinating. Auditory hallucinations were part of that whole grief thing, right? There was no way he was hearing his dead wife warning them away from the island after firing at them. No way. It had to be sirens or something. In a world with super powers, that was just as likely as a woman coming back from the dead, right? Or he was hearing things.
Except this was Savannah, his Savannah, and no matter how indistinct, Marty would know her voice anywhere.
What cinched it for him was when Nova took off at the sound, ignoring his attempts to call her back. He glanced at G before staring hard at Vance. Even though every fiber of his being was telling him this was Savannah out there, there were still all kinds of reasons why taking off after the dog was a bad idea. And he wasn't going to get his wife killed for real.
"Director, is that who it sounds like?" he demanded in a low hiss.