[Jaunt-Locked] || [Some time after Phillip's Message]

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 --no!

[The transmission--a sudden, sharp burst of mental screaming--carried with it a wave of terrified panic...for those would could sense it.]

[There was a pause.  Time to realize what was happening.  What had happened.  Where she was.  The fact that she was safe now.  That lingering pain in her chest?  A ghost wound, no longer physical, but a reminder that she hadn't dreamed it.  That she really had died.]

[Again.]

[And now her fear was being broadcast for all Investigators.  Too late to take it back.  She didn't even have time to sort through her jumbled thoughts.]

The castle.  Something calling...not the bracelets...no, different...except...didn't want us there...couldn't help myself...had to look...and then...flash...a knife...

[Wait, no!  She didn't--]

[Why did it broadcast?  She didn't want that.  She just needed...time to think.  By herself.  Whenever things got too much for her, she would isolate herself.  Better than letting them see her freak.  Or worse, cry.]

[She needed something else to focus on.  Anything.]

...my...familiar.  The tiger.

What happened to him?