Room 406, early morning

Isabel hadn't slept well after leaving Cam at the clinic. She tossed restlessly, the scene in the alley replaying over and over in her head.

But then it changed. Sometimes she still stood frozen and did nothing, but the knife went deeper, and Vala died in front of her.

Other times she reached her hand out and blasted the vampire away much like Michael did to Pierce. Saving Izzie, saving Vala, saving Janet.

But other times she reached her hand out and blasted. But missed, hitting, killing, Vala instead.

She watched the sky lighten through the windows and finally decided to go look for coffee. She was going to need it.

Room 406, early evening

Isabel returned to her room late in the afternoon and tried to work on her homework. Unfortunately it kept blurring in front of her eyes. Finally she gave up and started to paint her nails. The non-alien, labor intensive way.