There was no way to identify bodily fluids without a lab and DNA test, but that didn't stop Lana from feeling she should have recognized her own sister's blood spatter. Even if it had healed, she'd looked at it with the clinical eye of an investigator, and seen only data. Not...Ema.

"I saw the rat. You should thank your roommate if you haven't already; it had been thoroughly incapacitated." Thoroughly killed, she would have said, but this was Ema, and the thought of anyone killing anything on her behalf wasn't a thought to pursue. In last night's darkness, it had taken all of Lana's resolve to shove aside thoughts of that night. She couldn't imagine Ema not freaking out, and the quaver in her voice wasn't helping matters.

There was a part of her that wanted nothing more than to drop to her knees and pull Ema into her arms. That worked so well the last time, Former Detective Skye. She couldn't. Not when she didn't know who was pulling the strings behind this unorthodox abduction, or what resources she could muster to keep Ema safe while she found out.

"But you should know better than to go wandering around a strange place, even if you had company, hmm?"