Hear them? She couldn't - yes. She could. She could hear whispers. Her boys, she knew it, and... a faintly familiar female voice, cutting through the deeper tones in a soothing melody. Another voice, one she knew nearly as well as she knew her own. Blaise. Blaise... he was important. Why was he important? Something urgent passed through her - gone before it was fully felt. Somewhere, she imaged her brow was furrowed. She couldn't be dead - not if she was hearing Blaise or her boys. Unless... unless they were dead too? No, that wasn't right. Blaise definitely couldn't be dead, unless... unless she had been tricked. She reached out with the only sense she had access to, hearing, trying to get her bearings, trying to figure out what the hell was happening.