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The actual explosion is a bit of a blur in her memory. She remembers smoke and her ears ringing and paramedics arriving on site and pressing an oxygen mask against her face, and then she’s waking up alone in a bed in an apartment she’s never seen before. Except it wasn’t just an apartment, which became pretty clear when she found she couldn’t leave.

As cells go, it’s pretty nice. Better than her old apartment. There’s a kitchenette with food in it, a bathroom off the bedroom, and a living area with just… a ton of books, which she guesses are the main thing she’s supposed to entertain herself with, along with an MP3 player filled with music to someone else’s tastes. It could almost be thoughtful.

There’s a couple guards she sees on occasion, although she doesn’t think they’re there full-time because the locked and extremely strong door is pretty fucking effective at keeping her where she is. There’s a doctor who visits a few times—to listen to her lungs for smoke damage at first, and then, later, to splint her wrist after an unsuccessful escape attempt. And then there’s Vanessa, who starts calling a few days into Foggy’s captivity via a burner with outgoing calls disabled to chat, like it’s normal to chat with the woman you’re holding captive about how she’s doing and what she thinks of the books you picked out for her, like you’re both members of the world’s shittiest and most fucked-up book club. Foggy tries to refuse to talk to her at first, but—well.

It’s a nice prison, as prisons go. She has things to read and listen to. She’s not starving. It’s comfortable. After a little while, she even starts getting copies of The New York Bulletin, and when she rips out Karen’s articles and the articles about the bombing that ‘killed’ her, she finds an empty scrapbook tucked in with a food delivery to use instead of hiding them in the pages of books. All in all, she could be doing a lot worse. But she’s going to go crazy if she doesn’t talk to someone, and Vanessa’s just about the only one offering. And as affable as she seems, Foggy learns pretty quickly to step lightly when she asks how long Vanessa can afford to keep her like this considering how much of Fisk’s assets were seized when he was arrested and convicted and her food delivery shows up several days late.

Somewhere around a month, by her count, after waking up here, Vanessa tells her that she has approached Matt Murdock with an offer, and as part of a good faith offering—and proof of life, Foggy surmises, because one of the articles carefully tucked away is her own obituary—she’s going to be allowed to speak to Matt for a minute or two. She spends the rest of the day with her stomach in knots, never more than a couple feet away from the phone, until it finally rings and she all but pounces on it. “Matt?”