[Part 3 solo]

Sherry looked down at her hands, then around at her surroundings, then down at her phone.

“I-“ She sighed. “Okay, sure.” She was herself again, apparently, for now at least. Though apparently she’d spent the last little bit thinking she was a horseman. Again. A horseman who was actually intent on stealing Fear from helpless humans using… oh wow. They’d really infiltrated the human world. Quite successfully. That was a little terrifying. This whole thing was a little terrifying. “Okay,” she said again, sitting down on one of her plush pillows so that she could think properly.

There was a cage, somewhere, and that cage held her true memories. Her memories and… Others were likely in the same situation. Right? Right. Thinking back she was sure she could recognize several other horsemen. As people she knew from elsewhere. Names were different, looks were different… but there was something about many of them that reminded her of people from the island. She.. she should investigate that.

Wait. Should she? What if she were wrong? What if it was just her here? That was unlikely though.

Where…where was Armagnac? Where was her ring? Where were – No wait. She knew where Armagnac was. She had form here. Right. Ok. That was a little scary. Did she remember right now, too? Oh hell. That was a concern. That was on beast that shouldn’t be loose. “Dammit.”

Sherry crawled from her current cushion over to a low table. The one her other self used for inks. She’d make a list. Simply because… she didn’t know how long she had. She didn’t know how long she’d remember.

Find Armangac. Find others. Find the cage. –Sherry

There. That should do it. Now, she just needed to track down her weapon and hope she wasn’t trying to murder anyone.