#clevernightmares

River had heard whispers on the edge of the Caspian system. They seemed unlikely-- very unlikely, but she had been in the area. Of course, what wasn't in your area when you had a time vortex manipulator strapped to your wrist? In the dimming light of the desolate street occupied by only a few denizens, she cast a critical eye for anything out of the ordinary. Nothing of note.

Another disappointment, she decided, crossing onto the next block of congested dingy buildings. She should press in the reverse coordinates for the little cottage she kept in the 51st century-- River knew that, but her feet kept walking. Her mind, objectively, kept ordering her to return home; however, something ordered her from someplace entirely outside of objectivity and the mind, no where near the cortex that held reason-- it was deep in the pit of her stomach, a tingling on the back of her neck. 

"How'd you get in here?" Camilla asked, her eyes wide as she looked at the person in front of her, hesitancy reflecting in her eyes for a moment.

Mahia sighed and leaned back against the branch where she had been sleeping moments before. Something had awoken her, but she could not figure out what it was. The sound of a branch cracking nearby made her sit straight up, her fingers curling around the hilt of her dagger. "Who is there?" she demanded.