His breath heavy as if there could never be enough air entering his lungs, Issac grasped Marlow's arms that lay on either side of his face. 'You have to leave. You have to leave.... please, just let me go.' His voice was weak and uncharacteristic of the typically upbeat and unfocused Mentalist. 'They rip me apart. Want to hear the world in my head and then punish me for no other reason than we are not and they want...' His thoughts trailed off, unable to finish the thought that had started t deteriorate.
The voices got louder. An unseen force grabbed onto Issac's wrist, slashing it and ripping him out from under her but dropping him once more a few feet away. Issac managed to get to his feet, using the newly formed wall to help stabilize him. As soon as he made it to his feet, though, he collapsed to the ground unconscious.
Blackness. A void of nothingness floating in an undetermined place filled the dream world before kicking Marlow back out of the whimsical door she had entered. The soft telepathic whisper of Issac's voice floated on a mysterious wind. 'It is hard to walk when the ground is shakes and rocks fall. Ask and I will travel to you, but my head is not for others to witness.'