_**Astrid**_


Astrid flinched as the man next to her spoke. So lost in the bafflement of her mind, she had forgotten about him only moments after getting in the car. She wondered what was happening to her, her mind. Was... was she loosing it? Maybe she had finally hit the breaking point and her mind had just snapped. It would certainly explain what had happened at the explosion. How else could she reason with the fact that she was still alive?

"Astrid," she mumbled under her breath. "My names Astrid. I... I don't know what happened to me..." her voice came out slowly as she struggled to comprehend it herself. Letting out a sigh of frustration she raised her hands to either side of her temples and softly groaned. She had a throbbing headache from the day's activities. She exhaled in relief as he turned down the terrible music and nodded when he mentioned Alexander Hall. She wasn't sure what he had asked about it, but home sounded so good to her, she couldn't wait to be there.

Under her hands her head burned hotly, as if she had a 104 fever. Her hands were shaking from the pressure on her temple. Sweat congealed around her hair line on the right side of her face. Trembling Astrid outstretched a hand from her body and saw shimmering of the air heating up around her hand. Stifling a yell of surprise, she quickly rolled down the window and stuck her hand out. It helped momentarily, before the heat surged once more even worse than before. She croaked out to Mike, "Pull over the car. Now." 

The spit in her mouth and throat had all dried up causing the words to have to tear themselves out of her throat. Before he had a chance to react she stuck her head out the window, and the wind beat across hair that was now slick to her head. She groaned watching the sweat drip down over her eyes and evaporate before it left her face. What the fuck was happening to her.