Karla fled towards the dorms, running as if there were Hell-hounds flat on her heels. Just a little bit further, she thought. Just a little bit faster… She was flagging, and quickly, but she reached down deep in her reserves and dredged up enough energy for one last little burst of speed.
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Too bad it was impossible to outrun one’s own fragmenting mind. )
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Tahiri would have wanted to help, if she'd known. The only problem here was that at the moment, Tahiri wasn't in charge.
And Riina had other things to focus on.
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Then Karla's emotions hit and in his dream, a wave swept over the beach and tore him away from all that, from his friends and safety. The wave tossed him and spun him and he couldn't breathe; couldn't swim to safety because he couldn't even tell which way was up. Then the wave flung him out and he hit dry land but he was back on the streets of Toronto, cornered, frightened, with nowhere to run and no one to help him if he screamed...
He didn't wake until morning.
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The second the emotions hit her from elsewhere, she was thrust into a chilled darkness, and she was seized with the same sort of little-girl terror she had experienced when her Uncle Bartlett came to visit.
She spent horrifying seconds in her dreamscape before gasping awake, eyes wide, and spent the next few hours quietly keeping her mind elsewhere as best she could.
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When the emotions tore into her dream, everything went dark and she could feel herself being yanked away from Johnny -- heard him yelling for her. Each direction she turned was darkness and all she could feel was a fear she had spent half of her life trying to hide from.
When she managed to wake herself up, she just lay there, shaking in her blankets until the sun came up.
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