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"Your shirt," Tara says, her brow knitting in a worried frown. It's spattered with red.

The last thing she sees is Willow's horrified face, as she collapses and everything goes dark. She doesn't have time to consider what this means. It just seems to happen.

And then she's... elsewhere.

Everything is soft and warm, and she know Willow's all right. She must be grieving, she must be in pain, but she will be okay. She has her friends, and she's strong. She'll heal and prosper and be safe. So will the rest of her friends. It's all going to be okay.

She doesn't know how long she's there. It can't be too long, but time seems to have no meaning.

And then she's not. The sunlight is harsh and bright, and there's all this noise. Traffic.

A lot of traffic, all around her. She's... in the middle of a round-about? It takes several long minutes for her to take in her surroundings. Gigantic buildings, tourists, cars. The noise is deafening. She looks down at herself, her jeans and blue sweater... the dark red stain and hole in her sweater, just over her heart. She touches it, but the skin there is unharmed, whole.

How did she get here? Where is here? The questions are too many for her to order in her mind, and she's not sure exactly what's happening. She has to collect herself for a minute to stop from panicking.

And she seems to be stuck atop the base of a monument. The granite is warm against her back, and it's just a little too far down for her to feel comfortable jumping. Especially given how shaky she currently feels.

"E-excuse me," she calls out to a passer-by. "I'm sorry, c- could you help me?"

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It's really saying something that a woman spontaneously appearing on top of a statue isn't the most alarming thing Daniel's seen all week. At least he's almost come to expect it at this point as the Rift...does what it does, operating under whatever schedule it has, if that's even a thing. That's really the least of his concerns at the moment.

"Hey," he calls back, waving and darting to the monument's base. She seems okay from here, just startled and disoriented, pretty much the norm for someone who's just been torn from their universe and unceremoniously dumped into another. "You're gonna be okay, don't worry." Maybe they should start with the more immediate problem. The more immediate, much more explainable problem. "Just, uh - we're gonna get you down, all right?"

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