It's late, you... [has to pause to breathe again; damn.] Won't get any sleep...?

[oh Wanda you're sweet. too tired to really process the almost painful thankfulness for her caring, but so glad she's here, and so sorry to be the cause.]

Zam's got him. All secure.... [another breath.] Don't know what it was about but... They would've killed each other. Tron stopped when I shouted... th'other didn't.

[remembers she might be able to see some of this -- no, stopping, not wanting to draw her into the memory. but... looks up to her again, the lean face soft with wonder.] How did... How'd you know to contact me just then?