The girl in Dinah's arms is limp, but struggling to help Dinah, to be let herself be moved. Tears of relief are running down her face, leaving cleaner streaks in the - everything else. She is ... not in good shape. But she's in good enough shape to grip Dinah's shoulder tightly for attention.

"Have to - have to warn Batman. About Mask."

The ghost is trailing behind, blurred and faded, flickering in and out of visibility (existence?) like a cheap television set. She hurts, too, but Dinah's holding her, and it's probably going to be all right. And - but - she doesn't - she isn't sure ---


(The timeline is flapping about wildly. One end is pinned down, but the next few minutes could mean anything - for all of them.)