She wouldn't need much to weave that web. There were other memories in there, ones of the Other-Kerrigan, and how loyal that Emma had been to her, along with this Emma's admiration and trust of this Kerrigan.

"How am I not alone?" she finally bit out, frustrated. "I know you'd help, but right now I don't have time for anything elaborate. My friends will just charge in and do something stupid, and the most any of the teachers can do is stall. Everything rides on Miss Cabot being as good as people say she is, or I might end up in that house and never be seen again."