Kendra sat herself down on one of the couches in the relaxation area, taking a deep breath as she leaned back slightly on the seat. She suddenly felt very exhausted and, for a moment, and wondered if it was such a good idea to be straining herself again. Not only had Cassandra taken down a supervillain today, she'd also tried scrying earlier, and the pain that the attempt had brought the hero was still seared deep into her memory. 

The blonde shuddered slightly. [i]No,[/i] she thought to herself. [i]It's not going to be like last time.[/i] She brought up her legs and got herself into a cross-legged position. 

Kendra would just do a general search, just like she had done many times before. She would try and see what the near future held for her teammates. She wouldn't focus on anything in particular, [i]especially[/i] not Mammon.

[i]Just a general search,[/i] she reminded herself.

The hero shut her eyes. 

For a long moment, she sat there, thinking, focussing, with not even the slightest flicker of an image in her mind. Then, slowly, she began to see pictures, blurred pictures of a city. The picture was hazy, a layer of some kind of interference playing over it like static on a TV screen, so it was difficult to identify. Despite the fact she was seeing the image in her mind and not through sight, she still scrunched up her eyes, as if that would make a difference. Kendra waited for a moment to see if the static would clear, but it remained.

[i]Come on,[/i] Kendra thought to herself and tried to focus, to hone in on the slightest detail. Her powers had shown her this place. There must have been a reason. 

As she tried to zero in on the vision, the 'static' started to worsen, a loud crackling sound resonating in her mind, getting louder and louder until her head started to ache. The noise unnerved her, but she wouldn't give up.

[i]Focus, Kendra! Focus![/i] the hero scolded herself.

The moment those words entered her mind, the image of the city suddenly burst into a flash of red light, the scenery shattering and fragmenting into thousands of pieces before slowly pulling itself back together again. Now, Kendra could no longer see a city, but instead a room. A red room. Before Kendra could even process what she was seeing, the image changed again. 

More red. Why was it so red? Again, the scene changed before Kendra could think of an answer.

The next image made Kendra's body tense up and a slight wave of nausea built inside her stomach. An arm lying limp on the ground, stained a dark red. She couldn't see the body it was attached to. Maybe it wasn't even attached to anything at all. The very idea made Kendra's stomach lurch in disgust.

[i]Next,[/i] she thought, hoping she wouldn't see anything more graphic than that. 

The next image was nowhere near disturbing as the last, but it was confusing, and accompanied by a powerful feeling, like a fire burning deep inside Kendra's chest. It depicted an object, one that was both familiar and alien to Cassandra. A ring, like the ones the Green Lanterns wore. Except this one bore an unfamiliar symbol. 

And it wasn't green.

The scene changed again for a final time, now revealing a man, one whom Kendra didn't recognise. He looked frightened and seemed to be talking to someone- no, [i]begging[/i] someone. She couldn't hear what he was saying, nor could she see who he was talking to, but she could feel his fear, so strongly, almost as if it were her own.

In a final flash of red light, the vision ended, and Kendra's eyes snapped open. She gasped for breath, like she had been drowning and had just managed to swim upwards and break past the surface. She sat for a minute or so, trying to get her breathing back to normal and calm the fast thumping of her heart.

She wasn't sure what she had just seen, but it was bad. She had to tell someone.

She had to tell Ditto. 

Slowly getting to her feet, Kendra began to make her way down the hallway, back towards where she had last seen their leader. When she made it to her destination, she found the Carggite conversing - if that's what you could call it - with the Question. Suppressing a grimace, Kendra marched up to the leader and said, in a grave tone, "We've got trouble."