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The moments - minutes - hours? The time from when Hannie first let Kirvella free to the time she collapses onto her hands and knees, breathless and disoriented, is entirely blank. She remembers dispelling her Arm on purpose. She remembers... pain, death, the cold.
It's still so cold.
She let it control her.
Hopefully... hopefully she didn't do anything.

She's on asphalt. She's not on the beach anymore. She looks up, scans her environment. This is the city. Which way is the beach? Does she have to go back?
The question lingers in her mind. She ought to challenge it. She isn't.
Hannie rises to her feet, lost in the evacuated city of Lingayen. The wind touches her shoulders oddly. She looks.
That's... ice. And those are... holes... all the way through.
It's time to leave. It's time for Hannie to get out. She doesn't know where she's going, but she starts moving fast. She doesn't know these streets at all and can barely see where she's going, between the corners, the ducking away from overhead planes, and the simple confused fear.

It isn't long before things are taken back out of her hands, though. In an instant, everything is black and green and falling and charged.

She's back at the beach again. It's quiet - for half a second - and then it's roaring. Blindingly bright everywhere she looks but down, and down there's that dark stuff - that weird woman's bubbling dark thing under her feet - what's [i]happening?[/i]
She can't-
She can't...
She can't.
Hannie can't understand what's happening. She can't do anything to help. She can't escape. She can't go home. It's so loud. It's so hot and so cold.
She can barely hear the wheezing sob that escapes her. She tries to step out of the dark puddle but it follows her. She tries to look around and recognize anyone but they're all just dark silhouettes against the white and the screaming roaring.
She [b]can't.[/b]
Hannie's knees give out on their own. She was going to sit down anyway. She falls on her side in this weird terrible bubbling stuff and squeezes her eyes shut and covers her ears and fails to try not to cry.