She spent days mourning and grieving. She was told to stay in what used to be an Overwatch outpost, having to abandon both her job and her apartment in London. Though her girlfriend was safe inside her, she felt like her best friend had just died. She was lonely now. She felt anger at the same time. Why would someone steal Oxton's chrono-accelerator out of nowhere? What was it that Winston said? Something like "Sombra?" Was that the one who stole it?

"Yep, I can confirm she's in there and she's safe." Doctor Angela "Mercy" Ziegler did a blood test on Emily as well as an internal examination while the two were at her office. She put a hand on Emily's shoulder, looked at her in the eye, and smiled. "You will have her back. I promise."

Emily sniffled. "How long before she's due?"

"Nine months. Just like any other pregnancy."

Emily wrapped her hands around the doctor in a warm embrace. "Thank you, doc."

Ziegler returned the embrace. "You're welcome. I will ensure your stay here is as pleasant as possible. Hopefully we will be able to track down who took the device and give them the appropriate consequences. Just take good care of Tracer in the meantime."

And so Emily would stay there at the outpost, eating, sleeping, and studying on how to take care of her girlfriend. It wasn't exactly the fanciest place to be at, but the ex-members of Overwatch were understanding and kind to her, especially Winston. Her life had changed completely, but they made her adjustment to that change somewhat easier. In the meantime, Winston would be busy bringing Athena back to her original programming, build another chrono-accelerator, and crack down on just who was responsible for the theft.

…

"Hah! Eso fue fácil. [That was easy.]" Sombra buried herself in studying the technicalities of the device – Oxton's chrono-accelerator – that she stole that night during the holidays, placing it on a table in her hacking den at Castillo, Mexico, and using various tools to disassemble it. "I wonder what I'll be able to do once I figure this out!"

Being an expert hacker, Sombra was basically half-human, half-machine. She could bring up a web of holograms using a swipe of her hand using the advanced hardware of her suit and use it to not just hack into people's web history, she could hack people. Being an info-hungry Latina, she had various abilities – like turning herself invisible – but curiosity always got to the better of her, wanting to find out more and more information about everything and everyone, including governments, politicians, and corporations, like Overwatch. Doing so would require the abilities and skills she had. The more information she found, the easier it was to manipulate even the most powerful of individuals to her will – by means of blackmailing and exposing any dirt she might find on them. The thirst for this information became an addiction. One time, however, she got caught hacking into the program known as "The Eye," a global conspiracy she was looking for since she was an orphaned child, after disaster had struck Mexico due to the Omnic Crisis. She upgraded her hardware after that – gaining a cybernetic graft to her spine that essentially makes her a living computer – completely changing her identity and revealing to absolutely no one her real name, giving herself the alias "Sombra," translated from Spanish as "shade" or "shadow" – a fitting title for her anonymous activity. To this day she will keep up her hacking spree until she finds out who really runs the world, and find the truth to the conspiracy she had found. Studying the chrono-accelerator and manipulating the technology behind it would only further enhance her skills, to give her the added boost needed to accomplish her goals.

A few hours of tinkering later, Sombra had constructed her own metal beacon, its size a little smaller than her palm and shaped in a hexagon, with a purple dot in the center. She dropped it to the floor and it expanded in response, becoming more so triangular in shape. She walked a few feet back. Upon activation, her purple trench coat along with the rest of her had disappeared into thin air, transforming herself into a purple trail and reappearing to where she placed her beacon in an instant. She put her gloved hands on her hips and smirked. It worked. She mocked in Oxton's accent, "Cheers love! Hahaha!"