Re: [Troubling imagery]
Louis found the world again halfway across the floor, bent against the cool tile. He'd gone completely for a moment there, and by the skittering unrest and panic of the presence in the back of his mind, it had nothing to do with Loki.
He took a long breath and pushed himself up, shaking a little. He looked down at his hands, different now than the ones in the vision, or dream, whatever it had been. He knew the hands that had been his a moment before, the arm under the unraveling thread, and the thoughts that moved in much the same way.
Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. He'd known it must have been difficult for Evan in prison, even nightmarish, but not like that, so far off the edge that land was nowhere in sight. Whatever the reason he'd seen it, Louis was seized by an urge to leave, to go to him, forget everything he'd said. Someone needed to take care of him, if that girl had sent him back to that place, those thoughts, that horrible, disjointed being. The sensations, the sickening jolt of each thought to the next, the restriction of the straitjacket and the girl who died - he really had seen her. She really was there. He needed to go find Evan, make sure he was alright.
He made it as far as sliding up to his knees, readying to stand, before the next memory hit.