"Ye're mad...I'm not..." But she can't bring herself to correct the woman... something in this makes sense. She sits there quiet for the longest time as the incesent drumming increases. Her heart's racing and she finds she doesn't want to hang up her mobile. "I'm not hanging up..." She says more to herself, than the strange (but familiar) female voice. She hears a whispered voice in her head not unlike her own, though with a strange accent. Morgan, we have Lancelot cornered. She takes a raspy breath, and blinks a flash of a lake and then the voice again. To Avalon... we must reach it before it is too late! "Morgan?" She asks weakly, her emotions in knots. She blinks again and again but the feelings do not subside. Desperately she takes a hit of the joint, trying to find some semblance of normalcy.