"Hannah, something is wrong," Colin says.
He's calm. He's calm, and rational. He's not panicking.
He won't panic. Not as long as he doesn't think about how volatile the Brockton Bay cape scene is even at the best of times, how easily a fight could break out and escalate, how useless he will be if he can't even remember how to use his damn Halberd.
"I can't… My powers… It's not working Hannah. I c… can't Tinker, or use my tech, and…"
Oh God. The next Endbringer fight is expected any day now. What if he doesn't have his power back by then ? What if he has to stay on the sidelines and wait, unable to do anything to help?
"It's not… It's not only a, a power thing. All my training, in, in hand-to-hand and, and everything, I can't, I can't remember any of it."
It's gone. All his work, everything he's done in the past thirteen years to make himself great, to make himself better, to be able to help…
It's gone.
Hannah still hasn't said anything. Hannah is still doing her paperwork."
"Hannah?" Colin says, and he shakes her shoulder a bit.
Hannah raises her head, and gives him a look void of any interest or acknowledgement.
Hannah goes back to her paperwork.