In your head they are crying (OPEN)

[Anastasia]

Anya sat on the bench with her eyes closed, clutching the head of the wooden seat, gritting her teeth, waiting for it to pass.

It had started in her hands, they just wouldn’t stop shaking, then her knees gave way, then she heard the screams. Sometimes there was the clash of swords and sometimes there was the firing of gun, which was strange, the army of Wayron never had guns, but in her head, when these moments came, she heard them. It had happened a couple of times now, one was a little while after Arthur finally caught up to her and calmed her down, the other when Gwen and Merlin had tried to explain to her what had happened with the war, after that…they came every now and then.

They had let her go for a walk, but had asked her to take a phone and check in with them if she had another ‘moment’. She did not think they gave her the phone to keep in touch, she figured Merlin had probably put something in it magic wise that meant they would be able to know where she went, so if she did have a moment, they could find her. However she was determined to fight this, she hated feeling so weak and so helpless…like she did behind those bars…in the cells…unable to do anything, unable to help anyone…not even herself…

She had never relied on anyone except herself…and now…it seemed like even her own mind was betraying her…

“Come on,” she whispered to herself, “come on…”

The screams grew louder…there were more gun shots…and she was cold…so cold…

[Wendy Darling]

Wendy felt most at home by the sea, and she blamed Peter for it. Perhaps that was why, even on a breezy day like today, that was not beach weather, she found herself with her new boots off in one hand, enjoying the sound of waves crashing against the sand. Her hair blowing about as she continued to make notes for her notebook about the 21st Century, and how to survive in this new urban world.

And then she saw a figure, someone who looked like they were in terrible pain.

"--- Miss? Miss are you alright?" Wendy's notebook and book abandoned in the sand she rushes forward to her. "Can I do anything?"

[Anastasia]

There was a voice, it was a girls voice…there was concern there…

It was hard to hear it properly over the shots in her head, but it was there, and the fog that she had been descending into seemed to clear as something pulled her back from it. She opened her eyes and looked at the girl, however even as she became more aware of the real world her hands continued to clench the side of the bench like her life depended it.

She tried to focus on the concerned face in front of her and automatically said, “yes…yes I’m fine…sorry…I….I just felt a little dizzy...”

The sounds were starting to disappear, she was here, in Tintagel…the war was over…she just had to keep reminding herself of that…

“Sorry, if I worried you,” she said and tried for a smile, it came off a little strained.

[Wendy Darling]

Wendy knelt in front of the woman on the bench, and brightened to see that the figure was blinking and seemingly starting to focus again. She smiled at her.

"Oh it's alright, I'm usually the one there for people when they're having bad dreams." She recalled taking care of all the boys when they had had nightmares of a past life they were still latching onto, but she would always be there to sooth them back to sleep on those springs when she was asked to visit and spring clean.

"I'm Wendy, did you want someone to help you get home? Or...something?"

She wasn't about to leave the girl alone after an event like this...

[Anastasia]

Home? Where was home again?

There was her old studio flat that she had stayed in, but even if she could go back there she didn’t want too. Too many memories, too many reminders. There was the place she had been staying near the school, the place that Arthur had taken her back too, where the other were, but they had so much going on right now, she only felt like she was getting in the way.

“Uh…no, thanks, I’m…I’m ok,” she said looking at the girl.

She finally let go of the bench she had been clinging on too, long enough to extend her hand to the other girl.

“I’m Anya, it’s nice to meet you Wendy,” she said quietly, “are…are you new here?”