A small sigh of relief poured out of Alia when Lewis said she could talk to Adam when he woke up. Knowing it wouldn’t be long before she could hear his voice again… Just hearing him would make her happy. She hadn’t heard his voice in so long, it’s begun to fade. The sound of his lullabies becoming muffled in her memories…
“O-okay… will it h-hurt him..? T-the ele… el… eel-eye-trip-city..?” She asked nervously, “Will it s-scar..? Will he g-get burned..? Is Daddy gonna b-be okay..?”
She couldn’t help the swell of anxiety inside her chest. What if it doesn’t work? What if something goes wrong? What if something bad happens, and he wakes up in pain or scared? What if he wakes up too soon and he’s still being shocked? She didn’t know how any of this worked, and she does trust Lewis, but… Accidents DO happen from time to time…
Alia hugged herself tightly and whimpered a little as all the negative thoughts ran circles in her head. She felt nauseous… She took a few steps back, then sat on the floor again, squeezing her eyes shut. She couldn’t help remembering what Cheshire said about the tables turning… It was all just so much… She wished he was here so she could pet him and feel better. Cats always made her feel better. Cats…
“J-Jaguar..!” She suddenly gasped, eyes filling with tears, her whole body erupting with panic. “Daddy g-gave him to me, D-Drew still has it, a-at his house..! What if D-Daddy gets mad that I lost it? What if h-he burned it?! Oh god oh g-god oh god I’m the worst he’s g-gonna be so mad how could I l-let this happen oh god oh g-god..!”
“E-lec-tri-cit-y,” Lewis sounds out for her. “And no, it shouldn’t. That’s what’s going to bring him back to life, in fact -- we’re all a bit electrical. That’s what makes our nerves and brains work! So we have to put some back into him so his nerves and brains will work.” His voice softens a bit. “Dr. Finklestein has done this for a long, long time, Alia. And he has a lot of personal pride invested in making sure your father comes back to life in as good of condition as possible. We’ll do this right, I swear.”
Of course, that’s easier for the person who isn’t right next to Alia, watching her getting more anxious by the second, to say. Doc crouches down beside her. “It’s okay,” he reassures her gently. “It really shouldn’t be long now--”
He can’t help a little jump back at her sudden gasp -- Jaguar? Who or what. . .fortunately he manages to quickly get the gist of the situation from her resultant panicked rambling. “It’s all right,” he repeats, a little louder. “Your father won’t be upset. He’ll know it’s not your fault.”
“Yes, of course,” Lewis agrees, concern radiating through the telephonic speaker. “He’ll understand -- he’s your father. And there’s a chance Jaguar’s still safe and sound over there. I’m needed for the resurrection, but Doc -- one of you could head over and fetch him, right?”
“Absolutely,” Doc says with a firm nod.