[hr][hr][center][img]https://s9.postimg.org/dgtslwwfj/cove_ch3.png[/img][hr][img]http://25.media.tumblr.com/901692e6c8939108304661ba739ae297/tumblr_mfgw10zSjw1ql8ud2o1_500.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@Witch Cat][@Pundii][@FantasyChic][@BlueSky44][hr][h3][color=#9999ff][b]Coventry, Massachusetts: December 28th, 2016 - 7:35 P.M. Local Time[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr]	Everyone's words didn't sway Aloise. People didn't know of the dangers in this world and she wasn't about to let them talk out of something she felt strongly about. The man standing in front of her couldn't be Darren Andrews. While Aloise observed the lack of flare in his eyes, that wasn't the only test in the realm of possibility. Lowering her gun slightly, Aloise fired off a rock salt round, hitting Darren in the leg. It smarted like hell, but that was about it. No classic signs of a monster. 

	[color=00ffcc]"It's really you, then,"[/color] Aloise said simply, holstering her weapon. Taking a quick glance around, Aloise's heart sank as she spotted Emmie's body. She had warned Seraphina something like this would happen but she hadn't listened. Now both of them were dead--or not Seraphina, as it seemed. Aloise wasn't really quite sure what to make of all of this. Was time travel even possible? [color=00ffcc]"Where's Liam?"[/color] Aloise then asked, as she made her way over to Emmie's body, closing the blonde girl's eyes. She couldn't help but dread the answer to her question--that Liam was somewhere in this tent, dead--but she had to know. 

	The possessed Daniyal turned, taking in each individual who asked about the Mullo. Had Daniyal's face been visible under the cloak, one might have detected a hint of surprise. [b]"Did you believe that Mephistopheles was working alone? That you are no longer in mortal peril?"[/b] Mallory/Daniyal asked. Her tone was like an incredulous teacher, finding out that their advanced math students hadn't learned basic addition. Daniyal/Mallory appeared to pay no attention to the portal in there, though it likely made most of the individuals there nervous. The last adventure with time hadn't turned out so well. 

	For Cecily, her nightmare seemed to be worsening. Seraphina, as an angel, might have a subtle glimpse as to the cause: the activation of an anomaly in her body. The strange substance wasn't just surrounding Cecily--she was [i]making[/i] it. Of course, by the look on her face, Cecily realized what that must have meant. Her thoughts flickered back towards the letter. It was all true, then. All of it. Who she was...everything. 

	At the doorway, Folly and Fairfax were both peering towards it. While Fairfax's gaze had more of an intellectual curiosity, Folly's had a subtle difference to it. Only those who had been in Coventry and attended the circus regularly, perhaps even worked there, would recognize that subtle glint in Folly's eyes. It had been becoming steadily more and more prominent the older she became--she had her father's eyes. Boris' insanity was slowly making itself known within Folly. But she said nothing to this effect. 

	"Do you know how to seal the door?" Folly asked, noting that Fairfax's health hadn't started to worsen again. There must have been some damage to time still--or perhaps it had just given up. Fairfax just shrugged, looking a bit helpless. "If I understood how the door was created, perhaps..The principle of microscopic reversibility must hold."

	Meanwhile, Carolina's successful in her initial trip. No one seems to be attacking her for once and O.M.E.N. certainly doesn't seem to be in the area--all good things. Cell signal still hasn't returned, but after a bit of searching, she notices a back pack abandoned against a tree. Balance of probability, it belonged to the girl. Maybe she headed into the woods for shelter?