She pushed herself upwards, the umbilical cord had followed her out of that- what should she call it?
Another part of her mind? But was this her mind? So what Gadrial had said was true, she was an angel but-
That memory felt so real, she felt it in her blood and the pain she saw on their faces well two of them to be exact, they were hurt.
But who was the black-haired man? She hadn't seen his face properly to place him. Not even the one they called Michael.
She got to her feet, her life force was draining, she felt light-headed. 'I have to get out of my mind.'
She willed herself to stand without buckling, how was she going to wake up? She looked around it was only the beach and the waters that were slowly breaking.
If Gadrial's memories were in the east then hers should be in the west but how will she get there? The last time- Gadrial flew her.
