The sound is what she hears first-- the scrape of knees over concrete. Elizabeth can't imagine what that sound is, why she's hearing it when everything had been fading and she'd started to feel no pain at all. Sally there, watching her slip away, Elizabeth wishing she had the strength to tell her what new life awaited her once Jack arrived.

Instead, the floor is hard and she can feel her limbs. Her head doesn't even hurt. All at once she thinks: Atlas.

Her eyes snap open and she grabs the wrist of the hand reaching for her. The man shrieks and cowers, Elizabeth searching his face while her eyebrows come together.

"Who the hell are you?"