Dragoncrest Cliffs There's always thunder in August

When they reached the boundary of the sound, the first sign that something was off was that there was no trace. The place was empty and had been for some time.

She began to slow down as well, still somewhat convinced, until Sobo spoke again. Mamá. The witch wasn't dead... but he was here. This time, with a rush of clear reality, she recognized him.

Sobo. Mireille. What had she been doing here?

Rosalyn stopped, then looked about, as if only just realizing where she was. The sound was empty and she no longer recalled why it had been so important that she come. She looked back at Sobo and the way he stared nervously made her own confusion sharper, edged with a measure of fear. Something was wrong. How long had he been with her?

She did not know what to say to him. She didn't recall why she was here or the question he'd asked. She was set back in the present but completely thrown by the lack of reason for being where she was, how he was beside her, and even how long they'd been standing here.