Gwen woke with a start, sitting upright in bed immediately. She took a few deep breaths, trying to work out where she was and who owned the dark room. After a few moments, her eyes adjusted and she remembered she was in her own apartment in Tokyo.
Just a dream.
She shuddered slightly, feeling a creeping prescence in her mind.
"Are you alright?" Two voices, so familiar and comforting, yet she couldn't pinpoint the source.
"Who are you?"
"It's us, Mom. Bry and Eavie."
Gwen felt her eyes well up involuntarily and she cursed her own body for betraying her.
"Where are you?"
"We can't say... Dad won't let us... he's been monitoring our telepathy but - "
"Bry? Eavie?!"
"We have to go."
"No, wait, please stay! Tell me where you are!"
"We'll try again, Mommy."
She shivered again, feeling their prescence dissipate, and she leaned over to switch her bedside lamp on.
Why was Mordred so intent on keeping them apart?