El frowns, brow twitching into a subtle furrow. Plunge your fingers below, he tells her, and she imagines her power doing just that, curling fingers into the water of the pond. In her room, her nose beings to bleed sluggishly. In the Void, she stares in intense focus at the memory they are watching, and for a moment, she can feel. She can feel a flicker of something that isn't hers, fitting badly in her thoughts. Just as quickly, it's gone again, but Eleven looks at Armand, eyes huge.

"I think it worked," she says.