The beach was eerily familiar, like the one where she'd lost the Leviathan. Not a promising memory. True, it had brought Goldie Locks into her life. But it had also nearly gotten her killed. To say nothing of the loss of her crew. More than one of Nebula's nightmares had featured spiders since that whole disaster.

But this wasn't that same fated beach. She reminded herself of that again and again, as she walked along the line where surf met shore.

She was responsible for no one.

Nebula had never been a huge fan of obligation. But she felt cut off. Lonely. And though she would never admit it out loud...homesick. Not for Sumeria, but for the Greek kingdoms. For Hercules and Jason. Her friends. For Iolaus.

It seemed like she was forever saying goodbye.