Private Finished Sorry, have we met?

KC had no idea what was happening. A weird ghost child appearing wasn't the strangest thing she'd encountered since coming to Manta Carlos, but she was not in the head space to deal with it. "No, you... dammit. I need internet access. I just need a normal-ass computer I need-"

She stammered a bit, still reeling and trying to keep everything under control. "I have to know. I need to see it for myself." She started to wander away from the two of them, looking in through doors to try and find someone with a computer - not even thinking about the fact that a computer on the space station might not even be able to connect to the internet on Earth.

KC wheeled around, having been ignoring Neon up until now as she searched for her own access port. She flailed her arms, warning a disgruntled growl in a language she didn't understand from an alien she nearly hit. "Of course I do!"

She took a breath and gripped the front of her dress, frowning heavily at Neon. "I need to know. I have to see it for myself to know... you don't understand. You can't."

KC grabbed at the phone as soon as Neon offered it to her, holding it close and practically hunching over it as she furiously typed away on the small screen. She was about halfway through her first search query when her ears folded flat against her head and she looked at the pair of them with a conflicted look.

"Thanks... I just have to..."

Then she went back to typing. She had no idea how to do a proper Google search, so she just started with what she knew. Katherine Cross. Well that first result didn't bode well. A woman from the early 1900s whose headstone reads 'Murdered by Human Wolves.'

No that couldn't be it. She looked up at Neon, then back down. Focused, biting her lip hard enough to almost break the skin.

"How did you know her? I mean you met at a convention right? What convention? What was it about?"

The first few results weren't anything; that grouping of words came up with a lot of different things. But KC got an idea from what Neon had said, and added the years. Twenty seventeen yielded no results, but twenty sixteen...

There, three results from the bottom, was a Twitter thread. She clicked it and then went to the profile it came from. HotCrossKat.

She hadn't posted on it in a few years, but there were pictures. And each one that KC scrolled through made her heart sink further and further into her chest. She felt cold, like she was losing strength in her fingers. She was a few years older than KC, by the looks of it. Late twenties instead of early? Maybe early thirties, same as Mr. Duv-

KC nearly dropped the phone trying to hand it back to Neon. "I- I need to th-think." She backed away, bumping into someone and recoiling away from them as she turned and tried to back away a different direction. There were too many people here. The hallways felt too cramped. She needed to be alone, and she said as much.

"I need to be alone. I need..." The tears were coming, but she didn't want them to. She needed Mr. Duvall. She needed him to call her his Wild Kat and run his thumb along her jawline and down her throat.

KC started walking until she found one of the teleporters that would take her back to the island. From there she broke into a run, not stopping despite losing her shoes until she was back at the school, barreling past anyone and everyone in her way. She wouldn't let them see her cry. She couldn't. She would lock herself in her room and sort this out. It had to be a mistake.

It had to be.