He's running.
Through his own memories.
But they're not how he remembers them.
The rooftop where he first kissed Elara is upside down, the city crawling along the sky like an insect. The bar where Rhea told him she needed his help is flooded waist-deep in red water. And the sound of a heartbeat—his heartbeat—is ticking like a metronome from somewhere he can't see.
The Echo Core is collapsing.
And it's dragging everything down with it.
Jack pushes through the water, boots dragging like they're filled with lead. He calls out her name.
Elara.
No answer.
The next room is a hallway from his old precinct. Desks. Evidence lockers. Ghosts of cases closed and reopened. Amina's file is scattered across the floor, pages rearranging themselves every time he looks away. On the wall, photos of the women from the pods blink in and out of existence.
Every single one is looking at him.
He slams open a door.
It leads to a childhood memory. Not his.
Elara's.
She's sitting alone on a swing set, in the middle of the night. No moon. Just a flickering streetlamp and the sound of rain falling on sand.
He steps forward.
She doesn't turn around.
"Don't come any closer," she says.
"Elara," he breathes.
"I'm not her anymore."
"You're not Rhea either."
She turns slowly.
Her face is pale. Eyes hollow. Her voice carries no emotion, only exhaustion.
"I can feel the others inside me. Whispering. Begging to exist."
Jack moves toward her. "Then let's shut them up. Let's go home."
She laughs, but there's no joy in it.
"There is no home left. They made sure of that. You don't pull someone back from the dead without digging up the pieces first."
"They didn't kill you."
"No," she says. "But they unmade me."
Behind her, the world begins to fracture. The swing set crumbles. The streetlamp explodes in silence. The air thickens with static.
Jack steps forward and holds out his hand.
"I came in here for you. So you don't get to disappear now."
"You don't know what they did to me."
"I don't care. You're not a blueprint. You're not a copy. You're Elara."
Tears fall from her eyes.
And still, she hesitates.
Then a voice cuts through the dream.
Cold. Familiar.
Rhea.
You'll only break her again, Jack.
He turns.
The world stutters like a skipping tape.
Rhea walks out of the dark, calm and clean like she owns it.
She's dressed in white now. A reversal of the Raven Circle's black. Like she's decided she no longer needs to hide what she is.
"You're in my system," she says. "You shouldn't be."
"I'm taking her back."
"You can't take what's already leaving. You're holding on to the idea of her. Not the person."
"You were never her."
"I was better," she says. "Stronger. Sharper. I knew how to survive you."
Jack moves toward her, slow.
"You don't get to rewrite my grief."
Rhea smirks. "I didn't rewrite anything. I just turned it into something useful."
Behind them, Elara screams.
The sound is like a siren being choked.
She's sinking into the ground. The floor has become a mirror, and her body is vanishing into it like quicksand.
Jack runs to her.
Grabs her arm.
Rhea watches.
"You'll both drown in there," she says.
"I'd rather drown with her than live with you," he growls.
The ground gives way.
Jack pulls Elara up with everything he has.
The mirror shatters.
And the world collapses.
He wakes up gasping.
The pod hisses open.
Lena's face is above his, pale and wide-eyed.
"You were flatlined for twenty seconds."
Jack ignores her.
He sits up.
And Elara is there.
Not a copy.
Not a vessel.
The real one.
Hooked to a medical rig in the corner, breathing hard, eyes wide. Skin clammy. But awake.
Kael lowers his gun slightly. Ezra just stares.
Elara blinks. Her voice is cracked, barely above a whisper.
"Did it work?"
Jack moves to her side. "Yeah. You're back."
She grabs his wrist.
"You have to burn it."
"What?"
"The Core. The others. If they reboot the system, they'll finish it. They'll finish me."
Lena's voice cuts in.
"We've got company."
On the monitors, the Custodians are entering the facility.
Six men.
Masks.
Pulse weapons.
No fear.
They're not coming to retrieve Elara.
They're coming to erase her.
Kael cocks his rifle.
"Hold them off?"
Jack shakes his head.
"No."
He looks at Lena.
"Get Elara out."
"What about you?"
"I started this."
He walks to the console.
Flicks open the ignition override.
Hands shaking, he arms the thermal failsafe hidden in the Raven architecture.
Lena stares. "Jack, there's no way you outrun that."
He looks at Elara.
Then at Rhea's face on the flickering screen—cold, calculating, and still watching.
"You said not to look back," he whispers.
Elara reaches for him, but Lena pulls her away.
"You better make this worth it," Kael mutters, slapping Jack's shoulder once as they pass.
The last thing Jack sees before the doors slam is Elara—alive.
The last thing he hears is the sound of running water.
The last thing he feels is the heat building beneath his feet as the Echo Core begins to burn.
Then—
Silence.