Angela wanted to fight, her heartbeat spiking as she felt herself moving against her own control. No matter how gentle it might have been, she was still moving without moving, and there was something fundamentally wrong with that. Pushing out her hand against Peter, she heard the words, but her eyes were still jammed shut against whatever images were being fed to her, "You're not. You're not here. You're not real."
Or was he? It was hard to tell, but at the moment, her heart just wasn't willing to believe or hope that he was. She hadn't told anyone where she was going, after all. How could he be?