Oh mother tell your children, not to do what I have done.

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Cable could be called a great deal of things but he wasn't a coward. He wasn't scared of physical pain, or death, or of what people thought of him or of making the hard choices. He wasn't afraid of anything, really.

So when he opened his eyes to find that the trees and sun of Tabula Rasa had turned into stone dark tunnels and the birdsong replaced by the familiar march of pounding feat, he reacted more with annoyance then fear. This was another trick by his hosts, presumably, and he intended to treat this one just like he treated any other. He would sit patiently in a comfortable seat and wait for it to be over with as little fuss as possible. He'd long since grown tired of other people trying to make him dance on their strings and didn't like to give them the satisfaction of reacting.

It wasn't until he heard the voices that he knew that something was wrong. Around him were soldiers, which wasn't unusual and they were looking at him expectantly, which also wasn't unusual but, in this case, he recognized them. They all wore faces and voices that should have been forgotten over the years but somehow never had been.

"Dayspring," he heard himself being addressed by a name he'd long discarded and realized, vaguely, how much younger he must be, "do you think the Autosystems are still on line?"

And that was when he knew which day it was. And for the first time in a very long time, he was afraid of what came next.

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It had all happened in the blink of an eye.

Rahne had been riding her Vespa down the boardwalk one moment, something she did so often that just following the path had become second nature, and then, suddenly, somehow, everything had shifted — the light gone dark, the bike gone, people around but her clothes replaced with a uniform, one that had never been her own. More than most, probably, she knew full well just what this place was capable of doing and how much it could #$@% with people's heads, but never had it been like this, and for a moment, utter shock registered on her face, eyes going wide and mouth dropping open.

Still, she'd prided herself on holding onto her reflexes, and it lasted only for that instant. Whatever had happened, she wasn't here alone; Cable's presence couldn't have been a coincidence, not when she saw him more frequently on the island than she suspected she ever had before it. What was more, she could feel it, too, like a sensation just under her skin, something she hadn't known in a long, long time: her powers. Drawing in a deep breath, her senses more acute than they'd been in nearly a year, she looked at Cable pointedly, jaw set and arms folding across her chest, though she didn't expect an answer. "Well?"