Monika saw Sam disappeared after Rose and the toddler version of Allen and her heart dropped. Sebestian was calling desperately for them to stop, moving just further ahead of her. All she prayed to the god for was that they didn’t get too far ahead of them. Then she blinked. She blinked and in a second, Sebestian bwasn’t in front of her anymore. “Sebestian?!” she called, her voice higher than usual, as she kept running forward. She turned the corner and stared at the empty corridor ahead. Her head swivelled back and forth, she turned around in circles looking for any of them. She was alone. “No, no, no, no,” she muttered to herself, her heart racing in her chest. She was alone in a random pack house corridor inside Allen mind and it was really all her fault. She should have listened when they told her not to come with them, she should ha

Rose and Sam stood in the pack training room. To be honest she didn’t really know how they had gotten there, just that she was tired. Not much physically, but emotionally. She was going through a rollercoaster of emotions and she hadn’t even begun to start unpacking all of them and trying to assess what she felt in terms of everything they’d seen. She was at least glad Sam was with her. They hadn’t stopped holding hands yet, holding onto each other in support and fear of being separated. They had no idea where Sebestian and Monika were or how to get to them and apparently simply thinking about them really hard didn’t help. All that had managed to accomplish was a headache and the voices in the corridors screaming at them.  Rose had no idea what had taken them into the memory they were seeing now but she wanted out. Not just of the memory but of her brother’s head. Allen didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve t

 Monika didn’t know Jones very well but she was starting to realise that neither did Rose or Sam. Not the Jones Allen knew. None of them had been especially surprised at Jia berating Allen but the two of them were shocked at how Jones had. From what she had seen, she didn’t feel like she wanted to know him better. Not like this. Jones leaned down and picked up the training sticks from the ground. Allen was still staring at the floor like it was the most important thing in the world. Monika felt her heart jumping in her chest, her imagination running wild with possibilities and she reached out to grip Sebestian hand again. Jones handed Allen one of the sticks and moved away from the wall, Allen following him. “Get it up,” he told his son, nodding to the staff. “Fix your position.” As soon as Allen did, Jones moved. It took one well placed hit and the st

It took Sebestian eyes a second to adjust to the new environment. Perhaps he shouldn't have been as shocked as he was when he recognised his own home but to be fair the loft looked... bright . He didn't know if he'd gotten way too used to all the greyness or if maybe he wasn't remembering correctly even though it hadn't been that long since he was home, but the loft looked more colourful than it had ever before. Every single thing looked so bright and every colour popped and the lights were so warm. There was something so inviting and comforting that he'd never noticed, not in this way. Sebestian liked to redecorate every once in a while, he liked colour and patterns and different styles but he'd never looked at his loft in this particular lighting.It looked exactly how it was this day and yet so much more.He only had a moment to process all of this before the world seemingly exploded.The memories in the pack house had all been grey and contained

  -- Sebestian felt a bit like he was falling. He knew it was the pull of the magic dragging him out of Allen mind and back into his own body but it felt more like free falling. He was completely disoriented. Before his eyes could blink open, he felt his feet on the floor and his legs giving out under him. There were arms around him, someone's hair tickling his face. He opened his eyes, feeling his glamour fall and looked up at whoever had kept him from crashing to the ground. "Monika?" he mumbled, his voice was a tired wreck. By the look on her face, he must have looked it too. "Hey, Sebestian, thanks for the hours of anxious waiting. It does wonders for my skin." Her voice was playful but by the way she looked at him, he knew it was the truth. "Hours?" Rose disoriented voice spoke up beside him. He looked aroun