Her vision swam as he jerked away from her, the expanse of the future and possibilities screeching to a halt and throwing her forcibly back into the current reality. And then there was a knife. A soft squeak of exclamation echoed out of Trance's throat as she scrambled backwards and ended up tripping over her own two feet, crashing backwards onto her rear.
Hell? Back to hell? Was that where she thought she had come from? Trance shook her head frantically, eyes squeezing closed, "I haven't even done anything," She said, squeaking out the statement.
This wasn't her universe. Where she belonged was likely not here. There was likely no Kith, no Nebula. It was hard to say whether there was even a Tarn-Vedra considering she was stuck in the Milky Way galaxy with no ability to get to the Andromeda, galaxy or ship.
"And it's hard to send someone back somewhere they've never been before," Trance said, curling her arms and tail around her knees as she hugged them to her chest. If he would just listen...