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The chaos of the island was actually familiar - things had gotten too mundane, which meant that everyone had gotten a little too comfortable as far as Sasha was concerned. She was determined to get her weapon back as soon as possible. The emptiness that resounded in her mind was becoming a little too maddening, and Sasha was itching to get back to Scotland.

She wasn't going to go alone. Not this time. Sasha chose a few names at random, and shot off a few very brief texts.




And a few names... not really at random.





The portal was open and waiting, thanks to the doctor, and Sasha stood waiting with two small satchels of supplies at her side.

Sasha offered Dylon a slow, practiced smile as he approached, her features slipping into an expression that looked entirely too welcoming.

"Dylon. Pleasure." Her voice was cool, and there was no warmth in her pale, chill gaze. He was nearly too adorable. Sasha briefly recalled how Scotland had treated her the first time she'd visited.

It was likely that eager smile would be broken before too long. Sasha briefly mourned the loss.

"We're just waiting on a few others. I appreciate your punctuality."

She acted as if she'd given any time frame aside from right now.

"Hey," Wash called. Sally wasn't summoned on his arm yet - but it was an effort not to. He was nervous; worried. Sasha looked cool and collected, as always - he wondered what was going on behind her careful facade.

He wondered if her heart fluttered nervously in her chest, as his did.

He approached slowly, finally noticing someone was with he. He gave the young man a quick once-over - a new trainee, maybe? There was something about his posture and words that said shiny, new.

He glanced to Sasha with a slight frown before turning back.

"Hello there. Don't recognize ya. Th' name's Wash." He offered the stranger his hand.

Dylon smiled at Wash as Sasha introduced him, giving the man a firm and eager handshake. It looked like he was in Moon too. Maybe he could learn a thing or two, if he'd been there longer than himself.

Dylon leaned back again, smiling ear to ear. "Katars. My weapon used to be a werewolf, or so he tells me. If need be, I can use his Fear ability to heal."

There had certainly been a lot going on since their return from what he could only consider 'dreamland.' His head was still spinning from it all- nevermind... everything else.

When the text from Sasha came in, Jerry was momentarily confused until he remembered the last time she had come back from Scotland and had come to him in desperate confidence. It was touching, really, in retrospect, to trust such emotions to someone who didn't know her much at all as far as he could recall.

He had promised to help her, though. And so he would. He got what he needed from his room, tidied himself up as best he could, before realizing he was late.

He ran the rest of the way. "CAVALRY IS HERE!!" He shouted before he managed to make his way up to the group, huffing and puffing and panting, and had to bend over a moment to catch his breath before saying anything more.

As Evan, Jerry and Matt arrived, Sasha gave them each a smile in turn. It was not a particularly friendly smile, nor was it welcoming. If anything it was merely a pinched upturn of her lips.

"Thank you for coming. The doctor was so kind as to open a portal for us. Another will open in five days so that we can come home."

She hoped.

"Since we're all here, we might as well get moving." Sasha gestured at the portal with her hand, eyebrows raised. "I will brief you further once we're through the portal."

She still wasn't sure what would be waiting for them on the other side.

Dylon hopped right to it once the group was assembled and Sasha gave her order. The young man stepped through the portal, withholding the urge to ooh and awe over it. It was hard. Very hard.

What met him on the other side seemed ordinary enough. He still wasn't sure what the mission was about. Maybe he should ask?

"So, um. Sorry, but what should we do first?" Dylon asked hopefully, directed at Sasha. He didn't want to ask too many questions, not wanting to be unnecessarily dependant on her. He'd need to do things on his own too. It sucked being new.

Five days was a long time, right? "Ooh a cottage!"

Jerry recieved Wash's nod with a smile and a nod back before taking a breath and stepping in after the rest of the assembled crew.

Five whole days... out camping in the dark. Jerry surveyed the landscape with a low whistle. It was certainly beautiful, in an eery sort of way, at least. He hefted his pack on his shoulders, stepping away from the portal, but not too far. "So what's the plan, Boss?" He gave Sasha what he hoped was an assuring, trusting smile. "Campfire or something?"