Hands claimed her wrists and she fought them till words cut through her senses and she found those sapphires snapping up violently to the face before her.

"Lemme go."

A ragged corn silk protest falling dead on her lips as St. Croix found herself face to face with the Law. Monsters in her mind.

"You're not real. You're not real. I'm just coming down. It's all it is. You can't be real."

Tears spilled over, choking back a sob as she moved to struggle and pull back even as she yearned for an embrace. Some sort of comfort.

Desolate. It was so cold and grey here. Dreary and damp all around her and she was shining like a beacon even without the shine.

Those Sapphires snapped up, quivering with energy and light and so many emotions.

Swallowing thickly.

"This is a dream."

Wrong. A Nightmare.

It had to be.