"..........." Lindsay was just silent for a prolonged moment, before he looked around, seeing that everything around him had been destroyed.

"...fine." he said.

"Should just destroy this whole place." he muttered, getting to his feet.

"Nothing but atrocities happen here." he continued.

"...I'm now proof of that."

Suddenly, Lindsay flared up his mana... to frightening levels.

"I'll just detonate my mana." he told her.

"Take this place down from the inside out." he said.

"ALL of it." he continued.

"And I will never try anything like this ever again." he finished, before throwing a fireball over towards one of his cupboards, knocking several vials down onto the counter below.

"Go." Lindsay told her.

"Just go. Go back to... wherever." he said.

"Or... just... do whatever you need to." he told her further.

"Just get far FAR away from this place." he advised.

"I'm levelling it, and going somewhere else in the world."

"..............." Lindsay was silent as Vic said what she did.

"Hmph." he muttered.

"Whatever." he mumbled, before sighing.

"I'm a fool." he said.

"Nothing more." he finished, before his mana started to pulse outwards, engulfing the building and filling it.

Sorrel, who she was with at the time, looked at her.

"Hm?" he mumbled.

"Vicki? What is it?" he asked her.

"You seem a little disoriented and concerned." he then commented.

"Are you all right?" he then asked further.

It was clear that he hadn't noticed... whatever it was that had happened.

"....that's... concerning." Sorrel responded.

"Perhaps you should lie down?" he suggested.

"You may be feeling the consequences of your previous injuries, as you have already suggested, but you may just be tired as well." he said.

"Do you feel off in any way?" he asked.

"Hmmmmmm." Sorrel mumbled.

"If you like, you can borrow my cloak." he told her.

"People might leave you alone if they think you're me." he reasoned.

"I cannot guarantee anything, though." he then lamented. "But you're free to try." he said.

"I'd go with you, but this is a delicate time for the Blood Roses." he went on. "I don't dare leave them unattended for longer than a minute, right now."

"Of course." Sorrel responded.

"See you later, Vicki." he told her with a small smile.

With that, she left the courtyard, and started to make her way down the halls. On the way, people glared at her, spat at her, and snapped curses and insults her way.

Also, along the way, the world seemed to 'flash' out of existence for a second or two... a few more times. But nobody seemed to really notice.

They were too busy hating her.

As she lay down in the bed, she watched as the darkness of the room was replaced with the darkness under her eyelids, as she closed them, in the hopes of getting some sleep.

When she woke up, she found her surroundings were different. Again.

But they were more familiar.

She was in her own room, in her own bed, in her home.

Just how she'd left it when she'd gotten up that one morning, before the accident at school.

After a few seconds, she heard someone muttering to themselves as they walked by.

She couldn't make out what they were saying, but she did know who it was.

It was her father, and he sounded concerned.

She swore she also heard her name as well, but his voice kept growing quieter and quieter, as did his footsteps.

Meaning, he was walking past her room, and more than likely headed downstairs.