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McKenzie groaned at the question and flopped down into a chair. "A s**t load." She sighed remembering back. She wasn't quite sure where to begin or what to include. She shook her head at the horrible memories before starting into the long involved story of what had happened starting with Faith's father's first appearence, followed by her uncle's threat, the first Michael's appearance, the long and confusing story of Faith's first death, McKenzie's death and clone, followed by Faith's death and rebirth. She had kinda skimmed over the bit about the time turner because it was confusing even to her. She finished it up with Faith's being sent to Azkaban and McKenzie's "non-rescue". She had hushedly said this one, making sure to scan the room for ears and double check around for bugs. The last thing she needed was trouble because she had killed and freed Faith. Though again, she had left out specific details when telling Michael. She also fuzzed over the relationship of sorts that she had with Faith. She figured Faith could tell him if he didn't figure it out for himself. When she finished she sighed, rubbing her temples. "As I said... a s**t load. It's been a fun semester."

McKenzie could sense what Michael was getting at. She frowned only a little, her eyes growing dark. "I know a kindred spirit by scent Michael. Although she wouldn't admit it at first." A small smile pulled at her frown. The sentence could be taken in many ways. "She's also told me most everything she knew about the accident, bits about her family, and other things. I'll never know all the layers of Faith I don't think, but I do know a surprisingly large amount given how... " She tried to find the right words. "...private.... Faith is about her past."

McKenzie shuddered. Faith had nightmares all the time... and they usually resulted in near death experiences for herself. She nodded in response to Michael as she rubbed her throat. There was still some scarring from Faith's last nightmare incident. Her voice was soft. "Yeah... usually about her father. She's either killing him or..." She didn't feel like finishing the sentence. He would know what she was talking about.

McKenzie arched an eyebrow. "I know she does, but she doesn't verbalize with them nearly as much as the ones with her father. She has the occasional good dream too, but she won't tell me about those either." She frowned a bit and furrowed her eyebrows before shrugging. "So what other types of dreams are you refering to? Or are those a family secret?" She smirked a bit as she analyzed the true Michael.

McKenzie nodded. "Well, again, as much as I know she doesn't tell me everything. I recommend talking to her about it. Once she's awake that is." Her face read no emotions.

McKenzie thought about it for a moment before nodding slowly. "Yes... but usually they were happy dreams. Remembering happier times would be my guess. As far as I know none of the nightmares involved you, but I don't know." Again she gave a half shrug.

McKenzie's ears twitched slightly as a bad feeling flooded her. "Remember what?" Her voice dark and dangerous. She knew she wasn't meant to hear, but she couldn't help it most times.