Red Meadow.

[Maero]

Jewl groaned, the bridge between them forming. To John it would seem like his clean white expanse suddenly became stormy, clouds of chaos thundering above him, and not to far away, lay Jewl, a reflection of her mind. Her skin was deathly pale, she was burning up so much he could barely touch her, and her eyes were closed and moving rapidly behind her eye lids.

The calls did nothing more than bring new tremors to her form. Other figures began to appear, a younger version of himself, walking and talking as though someone were standing next to him, speaking about the seasons and their affect on fruit. There was also June, speaking without making a sound, not the real one, a fabrication. and there was himself as he was today, sitting at an empty table enjoy pizza.

Jewl's mind was being thrown into utter chaos, the shock of seeing advanced technology, her father, June, having her home, her only home, destroyed before her eyes, and then being attacked by the sudden battle in her body had left her mind in tatters. The pain of the fever was keeping her from recollecting herself, and her body lay unresponsive and motionless on the ground before him.