She was silent as she stood at the remains of the desk, her hands on it, her weight on them as she tried to keep herself together. She could feel herself shifting, her mind being taken over by what was happening to her.

"I can't..." She growled.

"I just... I can't. This..." She continued before shaking her head, violently as she attempted to keep her wits about her. She couldn't barely even finish a thought anymore. Her mana pulsed, she couldn't control it, the darkness that was going with it was rather ominous, and was something that wasn't unknown. Another strong pulse, and she was brought to her knees, her blonde hair a mess, her blue eyes dark.

She let out a cry, a scream, however it was painfully feral sounding. Inhuman, and most certainly not right. That scream though, along with it was a massive pulse of mana, something that was almost as strong as her brothers. It was most certainly strong enough to send him against the wall, purely from the force.

"Vic!" He called out to her as he watched her suffering.

"What can I do?" He asked, finally getting to his feet and approaching.

"I..." She started, trying to answer, and finding herself having a hard time with it. She didn't know what to say, how to do it, and certainly couldn't come up with the words. Her mind was failing her, cohesive thoughts were getting to be more and more difficult, if not bordeline impossible.

"... Switch..." She managed to get out, her voice sounding less human with each passing second. It was the only way she knew of to pause it.

She was dying, her soul was eroding, as it happened. Swapping her soul as they'd spoken about would at least give this form some more life, as her properly and fully succuming would not do the world any good. The problem, was that it was likely to be a temporary solution. The soul that was pulled and placed there would likely become the same as her, and quicker than she did. Maybe some information could be passed back to the pas with this, to allow this world to change.

♫They say it's not the kids, the parents are the problem // Then if you taught the kids to parent that's the problem solved then!♫

She was silent, meeting his gaze.

"I love you, Jo." She said, able to find some clarity and the ability to form full thoughts again, kind of.

"And ... thank you." Was the last thing she said before her body collapsed. That wasn't a surprise though, they had studied this a lot over the past few years. Even while he wasn't there, there was still plenty of studying going on. They both knew that it would take time for the new soul to connect, but neither had any idea how long. It would depend on how far from now was pulled.

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She stared at the paper in front of her, having a hard time focusin on it. She didn't know why, usually this wasn't an issue. Did she stay up too late? Can't be, even on no or extremely poor sleep she didn't usually have this issue.

She struggled the entire way through the period, through her exam. She was one of the last ones to finish, and as she brought it up to the professor, she realised how ... disconnected, things were starting to feel. This wasn't right, not at all, and that did make it a bit concerning. The professor didn't really pay any attentiuon, and she headed off, making sure to have everything with her. As she walked, she sent a text to her brother.

Is Emma in? it was simple, but to the point. She wasn't sure if she could get anything more out for the moment, either. However, at the same time for some reason, she was sure that the elf in question was not in.

♫They say it's not the kids, the parents are the problem // Then if you taught the kids to parent that's the problem solved then!♫

He didn't receive a reply for longer than he would have liked.

"I'm going home... just.. meet me there. She sent, not specifying 'home'. It could be back at her parents place, in Canada, or her place that she got in Wales because of school and what was going to follow afterward. After shoving her phone back into her pocket, which took a few attempts to find, she managed to get to the mana transport pads, and vanished, appearing back home in the den and half collapsing onto the couch. She dropped her stuff on the floor and just laid down, curling up, and holding her head. She didn't know what was going on, and was having a noticably more difficult time doing anything basic for the moment.

♫They say it's not the kids, the parents are the problem // Then if you taught the kids to parent that's the problem solved then!♫

"Couch!" Vicki responded, sounding ... well, not right. There was an element to her voice that made it seem like the puzzle was missing a few pieces, so to speak, and it wasn't good.

When he reached the den and found her curled up on the couch, an arm hanging limping over the arm of it.

"Hey..."She said, but didn't move.

♫They say it's not the kids, the parents are the problem // Then if you taught the kids to parent that's the problem solved then!♫

"I..." Vicki started.

"I just... I don't..." She tried, but found that she couldn't, she was having too much difficulty getting any sort of thoughts out.

"I..." She didn't know what she was trying to say, what she wanted to do, and it was starting o scare her. She couldn't understand what was going on with her, and realised that this wasn't good. It was probably one of the only thing she was definite and sure about right now.

♫They say it's not the kids, the parents are the problem // Then if you taught the kids to parent that's the problem solved then!♫

"...I.." Vicki started before shaking her head weakly.

"H.... help..." Was the last thing she said, the only thing she could get out, before falling silent. Completely silent, to the point that he couldn't hear her breathing. When he noticed that concerning detail, he got close to see if she was breathing, and yes. Thankfully, he found she was. It was just extremely light.

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She woke with a start, and a small cry.

"Ash!" She excalimed as she woke, sitting up and ready to react if need be. However, she wasn't where she expected to be. The last place she recalled being was on her own couch... which was decidedly not here.

♫They say it's not the kids, the parents are the problem // Then if you taught the kids to parent that's the problem solved then!♫

Vicki was particularly quick to whirl around and look ready to attack the one who had spoken, before freezing.

".... what...?" She asked when she saw him. He looked like her brother, but.... there was something more to his appearance. It wasn't hard to tell either.

He was notably thinner, and more haggard. His hair was a deisaster, there were a few nasty scars that were new, a pale complexion, darker eyes than she was used to (although that could have been the dark circles under his eyes too).

".... Ash...?" She asked, her voice almost hesitant.

♫They say it's not the kids, the parents are the problem // Then if you taught the kids to parent that's the problem solved then!♫

".... More concerned than anything." Vicki stated before carefully getting to her feet. As she did so, she looked casual, but there was a definite defensive nature to her stance.

".... Prove you are who you say you are." She then said.

"Tell me something only I would know."

♫They say it's not the kids, the parents are the problem // Then if you taught the kids to parent that's the problem solved then!♫

"... Being a familiar, she could have passed the information to Casey..." Vicki commented before sighing.

"Good enough." She added.

"Now... Where the hell am I?" She asked as she looked around."And why does my head feel like it's in a vice?"

♫They say it's not the kids, the parents are the problem // Then if you taught the kids to parent that's the problem solved then!♫

"This.... this is Aunt Hollie's office..." Vicki started, her voice quiet.

[b["Your office."[/b] Ash interjected.

"I... different world, or different time?" She then asked, proving she was smart.

♫They say it's not the kids, the parents are the problem // Then if you taught the kids to parent that's the problem solved then!♫