Crazy Jane sits hunched on the edge of a faded armchair, twisting a silver ring on her finger. Her eyes flick from one teammate to another, as if searching for a safe place to land. In the uneasy silence, the clock ticks loudly, counting down to something inevitable. Robotman, his metal chassis gleaming in the low light, leans forward, concern in his voice. "Jane, are you okay? You said you needed to explain something—about what’s going on in your head?"

"I owe you all something. You see, I’m not just Jane," she begins, her voice raw and trembling. Crazy Jane squeezes the ring tighter, her knuckles white. "There are sixty-four personalities in my head. Each with their own memories, powers, secrets… Some are kind. Some are not. But we’re all trying to protect something precious."

Negative Man[/@ch_3] wraps his bandaged hands together, eyes soft with empathy.] "The body, though—it doesn’t belong to any of us. It’s Kay Challis’s. She’s the original; the little girl everything happened to," Jane murmurs. Her gaze drops to her lap, voice almost a whisper. "Kay… she’s so deep inside. She barely comes out. The rest of us… we’re shields. We keep her safe from the world, and sometimes from herself."

Rita Farr[/@ch_4] sits ramrod straight, her expression a mixture of sorrow and understanding. The flickering lamp casts long shadows across the worried faces.] "So, you’re all… fragments? Protectors?" Rita asks gently. A tear glistens on Jane’s cheek as she nods, her voice steadying. "We take turns. When things get tough, the strongest comes forward. When comfort is needed, the gentlest. But Kay… she’s too scared. She’s stuck inside, and we don’t know how to help her heal."

Robotman[/@ch_2] shifts closer, extending a careful hand. The team’s faces soften, the sense of family palpable.] "You’re not alone, Jane. If Kay ever wants to come out, we’ll help her. We’ll help all of you." Jane looks up, meeting their eyes—a flicker of hope in her gaze. "Thank you. I never thought anyone could understand. Sometimes, all we need is someone to listen."

Crazy Jane leans back, exhaustion fading into relief. The rest of the Doom Patrol gather around her, offering quiet support. For now, Jane—and Kay—are safe, surrounded by friends who care enough to hear the truth, no matter how strange or painful.