At least I can say that I am still alive in the dreams and looking as fabulous as ever. Apparently I'm Aunt Kitty. Very funny, Carter. Anyway. I really should try a rose-colored pantsuit. I look amazing in it even if it is only a glamour. The silly man at the airport in Paris really did want to keep our Black Kite from flying, but luckily I had the papers...or something I made to look like the papers. Apparently I'm good at that sort of thing.
Unfortunately, the Set animal is hardly that far behind us and I'm fairly certain it's not going to be a delightful time. Set never makes anything delightful. Of course Carter hasn't had enough training to understand how to store things in the Duat without some assistance from my absolutely wonderful self. I'm quite understanding. But also we have to move quick before the Set animal shows up and ruins everything. Meanwhile Sadie is stuck as a Black Kite and that's going to have to be addressed at some point when we aren't in danger of dying.
Naturally, Carter has to play the hero and he nearly didn't make it, but eventually he arrived and we escaped.
In other, non-dream news, I'm tired of dealing with people who seem to believe I wasn't born here and am out to do mischief when I'm protecting other people from mischief and I was born in the OC.