A young girl, clad in white, paced the rooftop of an age-old building somewhere downtown.
Again she was clueless as to what she was supposed to do. First of all, something had happened and she’d slid, alone, into a train station. Second, it wasn’t often that she slid twice into the same dimension. And lastly, her angelic instinct had set off the alarms as soon as she’d spotted a man named Trevor Densley stepping out of the subway.
Something bad was going to happen. And she didn’t know what.
Get a grip, Elenya!
she told herself, hanging tight to the railing. Who would attack the Teen Titans, and why would the city’s protectors need my help - an angel’s help?
She’d heard that Slade was back in town. Maybe that was it. Maybe he had some new master plan that could destroy the Titans, once and for all.
Or maybe it was something much, much worse.
The answer hit her like a ton of bricks. Ebola! That horrible disease without a cure! Oh, no. Trevor Densley had it, didn’t he?
The howl of a wolf somewhere in the lonely city seemed to answer her question.
Yes.
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