Somewhere in the middle of their bubble where nothing would touch them, nothing could reach until they were calmed and brought back to their own respective safe places, there was a quiet beep in Misha's ears, followed by a questioning voice. It was ALFRED, finally awake from the upgrades and updates and firewall checks, all of those stupid safeguards Reed had installed before finally handing the glorified flight calculator over to Misha for her birthday. She heard his voice and her sobs mixed with laughter because she still couldn't speak, couldn't explain anything or give any kind of signal. ALFRED only knew of that nightmare space from Misha's descriptions and she suddenly realized how lacking they had been from blessed time apart.

After a long enough pause of simply listening to Misha's unstable sounds and breaths, ALFRED did what ALFRED did best: he picked a course of action based off the information at hand. Music began to play in her ear, the usual playlist she pulled up after nightmares where she couldn't get to sleep. Calm and rhythmic things interspersed with angry, screaming wordless pits of metal and drums. It was incredibly helpful in calming her down and finding someplace in her brain where it made sense to feel like she was without being overpowered and soon she managed to gain her breath enough to attempt words once again.

Quietly, tentatively and very uncertain, Misha said, "D—Doom?"