Natasha left the apartment Amelia was staying in. She smiled to herself, glad that she could help the girl when she needed it. Remembering what she did when she was that age, she was glad she could keep her from doing things as she did. The memories slightly pulled her focus away and then, she heard the screech of tires, saw the blinding lights, felt the pressure from the airbag and the coolness of the water she'd been pushed off into. Then, her world went dark.
A phone call went off in the apartment Amelia was in. But the person it was about, wouldn't hear the call. She was lost, not to the physical world, but to the mental world. The redhead had been in a coma, to much internal damage for her body to heal while it was awake.