If she had taught me anything over our two years together it was to NEVER dismiss a psychic pulse. Lena liked to think that they acted as a form of spiritual guidance. I always countered with an anti-fate pro natural energy argument. At that point though, it didn’t matter. No matter what I called the phenomenon I knew she needed me. Something was wrong. I threw on a pair of her old pants and glanced in the mirror before I finished packing. I didn’t know what to expect, but I liked the irony of riding to her rescue wearing her pants. I’d told her not to go, and yet once again I found myself suiting up to save a bitch in distress.