Raven sighed. "I'm sure she'll come around, "

Mac quickly turned and looked at Mickey. Was that her?

(He's gonna fuckin' murder Mac if he starts turning people)

Mac quickly got up and moved over closer to her. "Hey Mickey, come on, wake up." He said, trying to remain calm. No point in getting loud, it wouldn't help.

"It can't happen. We haven't been through all of this for that to happen."

Mickey mumbled something incomprehensible, grimacing again. Within, in the dark, emptiness, Mickey heard Mac's voice at last. She nearly cried with joy. She was almost there.

"Then keep it positive for him,"

Raven slowly looked up from the dishes she was washing now. "I think so too,"

"Me too, god, me too," she whispered. "I'm so sorry, I got lost on my way back." She could feel him, he was real, this was real. Real. She took a deep, shaky breath.

Garret nodded, looking down relieved. She's up.

Mickey pulled back a bit, taking in his face. "How long has it been?" She whispered. It had been so long.

"It's only been a week for us since we were booted out of your mind. How long was it for you?" That's what he was most concerned about now. He knew the rate of time there was fucked, which had worried him the most.

Two years, at least. Damn. "So, did you win?"

"But you survived. That's what matters. And hey, you still look fine too." Mac said with a bit of a smile.

(Is he in Mac's room? Lol)
Mickey looked back up at him. "You look like you haven't slept."