There was ... oddly a broken halo of a faintly familiar tagging in the heightening of her emotions then; you're it! alerted and the doomsday bell pinged at the stroke of midnight. She was not used to being picked up or carted around and was only remotely aware of going along with it. She could have by crawling like a demon worming out of Yomi and past the hearth of the Yama King's ignored the food and got back. Safe and perhaps even sound. The wooden wind chimes clattered in her mind. A pebblestone path to the moon highway of a hidden temple. A memory. Intoxication tapping into something unbidden... probably unwanted.