It's her dreams that wake her up before anything else gets the chance. Disjointed scraps of confusion, flying and fire and something else all coming together before Madelyne jerks awake, dreams forgotten like smoke in the wind once she notices where she is -- or rather, where she isn't.
Taking a deep breath to keep herself calm (she's been in bigger binds than this), she gets to her feet, pushing her hair back from her face and making sure that the too-large shirt she went to sleep in the night before keeps her decent. Mostly, she's wishing that she wore socks to bed.
It's quickly made clear that she's not alone in this, which isn't actually a relief until the guy coming her way through the forest gets close enough for her to get a proper look at him.
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Date: 2012-06-01 02:07 am (UTC)Taking a deep breath to keep herself calm (she's been in bigger binds than this), she gets to her feet, pushing her hair back from her face and making sure that the too-large shirt she went to sleep in the night before keeps her decent. Mostly, she's wishing that she wore socks to bed.
It's quickly made clear that she's not alone in this, which isn't actually a relief until the guy coming her way through the forest gets close enough for her to get a proper look at him.
My God, he looks so much like--
"Cable? Is that you?"