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[rexque_futurus]

As a representation of her mind, the setting does not bode well. Modern decor clashes with furnishings from her time at Camelot, and textures and colors just... flake off here and there. It's an absolute wonder that a mind this confused is able to call out for help at all, ancient magic and prophecy tying them together or not.

(She remembers... eating in the caf, trying to juggle a ham sandwich and about thirty pages of reading due in an hour. She turned away for a moment to dig something out of her bag, and then... really sick, dizzy and confused and exhausted. Then she was standing, and she reached for her phone - )

"Miles?"

She's still holding it, actually, except everything's changed around her, and she's not sure when that happened.

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[emrysambrosius]

When the first few tuggings came, Merlin simply brushed it aside. Arthur was standing with him, going over battle plans. That was easy enough. He had dismissed the dream--that dream with Allie--as simply that. Born of his loneliness, perhaps. But when the tuggings became more and more insistent, Merlin excused himself.

He let himself be pulled, then, actually be summoned through space and time until he appeared in--what sort of palce was this?

But this place. This place had--He rushed to Allie's side and cradled her in his arms. She was real. She was real.

"Allie? Allie, stay with me."