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Moment of Awesome - Hope Abbott/Trance: While trapped in a Harry Potter simulation, Hope makes literally the final sacrifice to solve a riddle - she lets them kill her. A small spark emitted from each of his fingers, disappearing into Hope's body. He watched as her back involuntarily flexed and arched, and then her body slumped to the ground. He leaned down, verified that she was not breathing, then straightened up. "Track the time, cousin," he said flatly. Registering the time concern in the back of her mind, Hope was instead focused on getting what she needed as quickly as possible. Vaguely she registered that moving like a dead ghost was not so different from using her astral form. When she passed through the wall, she stopped abruptly though. 'Is this why they had to kill me?' On the wall before her was just a fragment of text from myth of Persephone and Hades and she set about memorizing it as quickly as possibly, knowing she had a clock ticking away. Marie-Ange's fingers were tapping out the seconds, five, ten, fifteen. At thirty, she bent to settle herself next to Hope, and at forty, she began chest compressions. "Five more seconds, and then someone please assist with breathing for her." Hopefully it would not be necessary - they had stopped Hope's heart, not her lungs, and ideally she would resume breathing as soon as she returned to her body. Alex watched, head bobbing slightly as he counted in his head, and his fingers began tapping for the five seconds Marie-Ange had given. Then leaned in and started CPR. A sharp pain rose once more in Hope's chest as she felt herself being drawn away from the words on the wall, through the barriers and back into her own body. After one last glance she was confident she'd be able to recite the words and turned around, heading back on her own. Half a minute later she sputtered, trying to draw in a breath. The first one was really hard, the next one was a little easier and the third one one was doable. She felt someone sitting her up. "Need... the door..." She managed to get out. It was only a moment before she was lifted and carried towards the door. With a weak hand Hope reached out, touched and in a low whisper started to recite the text: "When the messenger came to me, the swift Argos-killer with the news from my father, the son of Kronos, and from the other dwellers in the sky. that I should come from Erebos, so that you may see me with your own eyes and let go of your wrath and terrible mênis against the immortals, then I sprang up for joy, but he, stealthily put into my hand the berry of the pomegranate, that honey-sweet food and he compelled me by biâ to eat of it. As for how it was that he [Hadês] snatched me away, through the mêtis of the son of Kronos, my father, and how he took me down beneath the depths of the earth." When she stopped, the door rumbled open.