[ It's not the screaming that wakes her. Kate's always been a light sleeper, one of many reasons they've done this only a handful of times over the last several months. But it's not the noise on its own; that slots into her own dream, out the mouth of a blonde teen Kate can never quite reach no matter how hard she runs. A blast of yellow-white fire throws her aside again and again and Kate reaches and Cassie screams-- but Cassie never screamed. No one screamed, there was just the crackle of power and she hit the ground, so softly they never dreamed she was dead. It hits her suddenly, the wrongness of it, and then she's awake.
She's awake and someone is screaming and it isn't her but it's real, she touches the wall of the cabin and presses a hand over her ear and there's cool metal and the sound gets quieter. It's real, and it's Johanna. That takes another few seconds to process, that it's Johanna, who is here, in her bed. Obviously. ]
Johanna. Johanna. Wake up. [ Kate's first attempt at her name comes out as a sleepy croak and she coughs and tries again, pushing up to sit. She tries not to touch her but the beds are narrow and Johanna's no more considerate asleep than awake, so some bumping is inevitable. ] It's Kate, Johanna--
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She's awake and someone is screaming and it isn't her but it's real, she touches the wall of the cabin and presses a hand over her ear and there's cool metal and the sound gets quieter. It's real, and it's Johanna. That takes another few seconds to process, that it's Johanna, who is here, in her bed. Obviously. ]
Johanna. Johanna. Wake up. [ Kate's first attempt at her name comes out as a sleepy croak and she coughs and tries again, pushing up to sit. She tries not to touch her but the beds are narrow and Johanna's no more considerate asleep than awake, so some bumping is inevitable. ] It's Kate, Johanna--