Her lips mouthed the word ‘no’. Police scanner?

Series of riots and other incidents in Providence, police pulled from the Boston area, area is behind in shelter, resources—

“I can draw my own conclusions on that one. People have nothing, it’s cold, they’re bitter and scared,” she whispered. She switched back to the video feed.

Level of apparent excitement, staff movements, knowledge of usual schedules, weather—

Don’t need it to be exact, she thought, pushing that thought into the jumble of details and knowledge.

—; More than twelve minutes, less than twenty minutes.

There were other things. News. Status of Class-S threats…

Sleeper; active
Machine Army; 4.83% growth since last check, active
Endbringers; one dormant, one active, others dead or unknown locations.

Active Endbringer. She zeroed in on that. A few mouse clicks brought her to a site that tracked the Simurgh.

The activity was only a renewed cluster of sightings. Not an attack. The Simurgh was somewhere near Bet’s Indonesia. Not flying as she’d once done, either. Floating around. Facilities and factories in the area had been repurposed into accommodations. People in the area were hunkered down, enduring life on new Bet instead of moving on to new places, leaning on some risky non-tinker tech advances. Going the sci-fi route in tackling what Bet was going through. Those same people were responsible for the flurry of reports about the Simurgh, which had led to her being flagged ‘active’.

As if it had just happened, Tattletale pictured the mental image of the Simurgh just past a window, floating like she dangled from a noose, a moment so close to the end of the world…

Rex.

Rex; dead.

The lights in her room flicked on.

Foil.

“Lily. How nice of you,” Tattletale said, before spinning her chair to face the door, hands clasped together. The dramatic effect was lessened by the heating packet she held between them.

“Why are you sitting in the dark at this hour?” Lily asked. She leaned against the doorframe. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt, black with a sabertooth tiger leaping out of a rectangular frame that helped to give the image three dimensions. She had pyjama bottoms and slippers, to boot.

Sleep clothes, length of pyjama pants strings, choice of t-shirt color and size; gained weight, 5-10 pounds
Gained weight, 5-10 pounds, athletic disposition; unusual, other causes are in play.
Gained weight, comfort, relative ease, wearing girlfriend’s design; leading a more relaxed, domestic life.
Gained weight, isn’t out on patrol, is at ease; out of the habit of cape stuff, carries out general duties, bodyguarding, engages for regular incidents.
Leading more relaxed, domestic life; is happy.

She doesn’t look happy. March?

At relative ease but not happy, history of past relationship with Tattletale-self; strongly dislikes Tattletale-self.

Still. Still dislikes Tattletale-self. Me.

A series of fleeting thoughts and connections, flying through and into her mind in eyeblinks.