WHO: Isobel Evans WHAT: Stressed about Maleficent possibly being in her head, Isobel has a blackout. WHEN: Backdated to Feb 17, Monday, afternoon WHERE: New Mexico desert TRIGGER WARNING: memory loss
Isobel was no stranger to nightmares, but they were getting worse. She couldn’t tell if that meant Maleficent was actually in her head, or because she was just stressed about the possibility of it. It was probably the latter; it was almost certainly the latter. It had to be just the latter, but either way, her mind was not coping well with it.
She didn’t realize how badly she was handling it, however, until she woke up in the New Mexico desert with no memory of how she’d gotten there.
Yet again it was probably just her own fault, but with no memory of how she’d gotten here or what she’d done between here and Texas, she couldn’t really know. Probably, hopefully, she’d just driven (safely) out of the state and walked into the desert herself.
But as she stood up and dusted herself off (one of her nicest new dresses, goddamnit, and now it was covered in sand), she didn’t see her car anywhere. She didn’t have her tablet in her pockets. She didn’t have her wallet. How the hell had she gotten here?
Max, she thought instinctively, reaching out for him in her mind, but he wasn’t there. Michael? Michael couldn’t always hear her as well. She closed her eyes and cried out for him as loudly as she could.