The raindrops beat steadily against the window as he stared out at the gray London sky. His eyes remained focused, unmoving and unblinking, even as Tiffani entered the room behind him. Deimos stood with one arm above his head, leaning against the glass, dressed only in a pair of black jeans. She looked at him, and crossed her arms, holding them close to herself.

“Penny for your thoughts?” she inquired. He gave no reply, only continuing to stare out of the window. She sat on the bed and looked around at the hotel room for a moment, taking in the cream-colored, textured wallpaper and the soothing, mute-colored paintings that hung on the walls.

“I—I know that things have been difficult lately.” She continued. “I know that you’ve had a lot on your mind. With the match against Leviathan and Wes Sanders coming up, I know that you’re as focused as you can be. But –“

She hesitated, biting her upper lip.

“Even teaming with Grunge, I –” Again, she hesitated, trying to find the right words. “I’m worried about you. You seem to have taken Leviathan’s words pretty seriously. It seems like his insistence that your past is not what you think it is – well, it seems like you’ve let it get to you.”

He continued to stare out at the rain soaked streets, his face impassable. Tiffani continued.

“I’ve seen you go through a lot. I’ve seen you take on some of the toughest people in the WWA and come out on top. But, I’ve never seen you doubt yourself before. Never. In all the time that you’ve been in the WWA, the one thing that everyone could count on was the fact that Deimos would come out fighting. Everyone knew that Deimos might be a little off-balance mentally, but he was a fighter.”

She paused and watched him for a moment, waiting for any kind of response. When she received nothing, she swallowed hard and finally asked the question.

“What happened to the Deimos that I used to know? What happened to the man that stood his ground, right or wrong, and destroyed anyone who got in his way? What happened to the Deimos that made Havoc such a dangerous team?”

Still, she obtained no reply. She looked away from him, her lips pursing in anger.

“Why are you letting this man get to you? Why aren’t you fighting back? Why haven’t you taken the fight to him and made him eat his damn words?”

She turned back to face him, her jaw clenched. Still, he stared out into the rain, lost in the wet streaks on the window.

“It’s all because Phobos isn’t here, isn’t it? He was your drive. He was the ambition that pushed you harder and harder with each passing day. He was the one that gave you your focus.” Her face softened as she began to realize a simple truth. “And I can’t do that for you, can I? No matter how hard I try, I’ll never be able to motivate you the way that he did. Some people need that. They need someone behind them that can help them to reach their potential. I guess I’m just not cut out to do that for you.”

She looked down at the floor, with only the pattering of the rain in her ears.

“I –“ She began. “If I can’t do that for you...then maybe – maybe I shouldn’t be here.”

She waited for a response, but received nothing.

“Do you want me to go?” She asked, fearing the answer that she might receive.

She continued to stare down at the floor as she waited. She listened intently to the soft tapping of the rain on the windown. She could feel her heart pounding in chest, threatening to burst if it got the wrong answer. Her body remained stiff, tightened in fear. Her fingers gripped the bedspread as she bit her lip. Several moments passed before she finally turned to face him.

“Are you even listening to me?” She asked, her voice tinged with both fear and anger.

“Well,” He began. “I reckon the Marshals’ll hunker in for the night with weather like this. Zeus done bought you some time, Mr. Bonny. I suggest you use that time wisely. Getcher things together so’s we can start to Mexico in the mornin’.”

Her mouth dropped open for a moment. As realization crept over her face, she buried her head in her hands.

“He’s not even here. He’s lost somewhere in his mind. So, I’ve been sitting here talking to myself like I’m the crazy one.” She raised her head with a blank expression. “And I’m still talking to myself. I need a shower.”

She stood from the bed, and stomped her way to the bathroom.

As the door to the bathroom closed, Deimos still watched the falling rain.

“Course, if’n them Marshals do show up t’night, it’ll be time ta panic.”