To say Mallory was shocked to find out that Michael was in Preya was...an understatement. The last time she'd seen him, she'd been in the driver's seat of a car with him under the wheels. Multiple times. He'd been left bloodied and broken to die in his grandmother's arms in the middle of the street, and when Mallory returned back to her own timeline, she'd found that everything Michael had destroyed had been set right again. The Academy was still in tact, her sisters were alive, and there was no looming Apocalypse to impede. The Antichrist was dead before he got a chance to rise to power, and all was right with the world.
Until now.
There was a part of Mallory that was simply curious, just for the sake of her being a curious person by nature. This place was supposed to be about healing and recovering. Cordelia herself had told Mallory to go there. She was sure Michael being there too had a purpose. What purpose that was, she not only wanted to know, but needed to know. As far as she knew, she was the only witch around. Of course she hadn't gone around asking, but she knew none of the witches from back home were around at least. If he was planning something sinister, she had to be aware of it. She had to keep her eyes on him no matter what he tried telling her. He was a smooth talker, always had been, but she knew better now.
Walking into the park and catching immediate sight of the familiar blonde head of hair seated on a nearby bench, Mallory swallowed hard and bit down on her bottom lip. She was nervous, scared even, unsure of how she would deal with the situation if it went haywire. Before he'd had the others to plan with, to bide time with, but this was all of a sudden...and now she was alone. But she lifted her chin and dropped her arms from their previous position of being wrapped around her torso, circling around to the front of the bench and seeing, much to her surprise, the exact same little black ball of fur that had been in the photo.
She stood silently there before him, her heart hammering away in her chest. She already knew none of her powers on their own could actually harm him, so she felt like someone showing up with a knife to a gun fight in that moment. The surroundings of a public park were only somewhat comforting, at least.