There’s a sense of desperation that claws are her, that already puts her at her mercy whether she likes it or not. Whether she realizes it or not. Because Allison is desperate to find out more about her daughter. Because she just wants her safe, she just wants her back. It has been her number one priority long before she and her siblings went through the vortex, long before her father’s death.

Please, she finds herself asking, almost praying to a higher power that she doesn’t even believe in. Please, just let her be okay.

Externally she manages to hide the anxiety she’s feeling, that desperation, but that desire to keep her daughter safe in whatever way she needs to already prevents her from trying to hurt the other woman.

“Alright,” she says, her voice clipped as she attempts to stay controlled, not willing to let her emotions get the better of her yet. “I know what I want. What do you want, and why do you have my daughter?”