It hurts.

It's the stuff of nightmares.

Beyond nightmare.

When she gets out, she takes a blonde woman with big boobs. Shortly afterwards, she decides that she doesn't like the fit and changes the blonde woman for a woman that dyes her hair bright colors and uses too much mascara. She likes this one much better.

She's long forgotten her name in the depths of hell, so she takes a new one. Echo, after her host's favorite Greek myth. She rather likes it.

(^^)
She hears about the apocalypse from- surprisingly- a Horseman.

War, to be precise.

The unexpected meeting takes place in a small, desolate park. She's swinging on a swing set idly, wondering about the effort it would take to blow up a building without actually doing anything herself. A shadow falls over her. She looks up and raises an unimpressed eyebrow.

War smirks at her and takes the other swing.

"Guess what?" He asks delightedly, starting to swing.

She ignores him. He, in turn ignores her ignoring him and continues.

"The war to end all wars-,"

"World War One?" She asks dryly, scuffing a boot on the ground.

"No." War scowls at her, "The Apocalypse."

"Fuck," Echo says, still scuffing her shoe, "there goes the entertainment."

War nods dejectedly. "I liked your work in Iraq. Be-aut-i-ful." He sniggers, then goes back to looking depressed, "Just waiting for Lucy to get out of the hotbox."

"She ain't home yet," Echo points out consolingly, tempted to pat him on the head but valuing her life and limbs too much to do so. "Anyway it's not like Thing One and Taller Thing Two will actually be stupid enough to kill Lilith."

Abruptly, both froze.

"Spoke too soon, I'd say," War said irritably.

Echo rolled her eyes. "Why are they so fucking stupid?"

"Who the hell knows," War snarled, "I'm due in Iran, wanna come with?"

Echo considered.

"I'll give you a really big gun."

She raised an eyebrow.

"I'll give you a tank."

Echo nodded firmly, and vanished when War did.