::On the upper level now, Andrea painfully walks along, just not able to think. She appeals to Azura desperately now.::

(Az, please, please tell me where you are.)

:: The block has dropped, Andrea should be able to find Azura easily now.::

::Andrea gets a sensation like she's just realised something she knew all along and sighs in relief. She takes absolutely ages to walk up to the tower though.::

:: After much almost letting go of Andrea, her and Azura are finally here.::

"I think people are going to notice the state that you are in."

"Aw, psh. I'm fine."

::Andrea suddenly gets a paranoid look in her eyes. She uses her free hand to touch the scrape on her temple. Mmm, pus-sy.::

"... okay so I'll shout on Leo and we'll never speak a word of this. I mean, they'll just laugh at me."

::Since she walked into a door.::

(Surprised but glad Julie hasn't shown...)

"Yes, since you obviously walked into several doors."

:: Azura has accepted that it's best not to ask.::

"Well you know you me and do-Luke."

::Andy can't even be arsed keeping up the pretence. Not in front of Azura at least.:

::And just like that, the whitelighter appears.::

"What the hell happened to you?"

::Luke stares at Andrea's wounds, unaware of how appropriate his words were. He walks over to the injured witch so that he can start healing her.::

::Andrea removes the towel and boy is she seriously messed up. Her nose is smushed and her jaw is clearly fucked up, but she doesn't show any sign of caring about this. Slowly, she heals and turns her head to the side, stretching her jaw and shutting her eyes.::

"Is the blood gone?"

"Yeah. For some stupid reason, my healing powers also perform dry cleaning and seaming duties."

::Andrea tests her face some more. It feels much better, and she's pretty sure neither Luke nor Azura saw the bulk of the damage that had horrified her in the mirror.::

"Fuck. Thanks a million."

::She suddenly hugs Luke.::

"I'm such an idiot. Fell down the fucking stairs and nearly killed meself."

"Stairs did that do you?"

::Luke seems skeptical of this at first, but this is Andrea we're talking about, so he sort of buys the story. He looks to Azura and well, you know when you try not to think about something when you're around a telepath and it only worsens the situation? That's starting to happen and Luke's aware of it more than usual. He'd ask Azura if she's all right, though it seems to be kind of pointless to him given the betrayal she's just experienced. Instead, Luke tries to think of something else to talk about -- the weather, or better yet, the apocalypse accompanying it.::

"So, are you two ready to do this thing? The natives are gettin' restless."

::Andrea feels her face up more, never being more grateful for her looks. She grabs onto Azura and nods.::

"Yeah."

(Oh, thank you God.)

::She almost feels guilty, but nobody had seen how she'd looked. It was absolutely horrific. She takes a hold of Luke too.::

"Can you orb us?"

(We can enter in style. Az, I won't leabe your side. Whether that helps or not.)

"Sure."

::As he nods to Andrea and Azura, Luke orbs all three of them to the parlor.::

::Julie walks up to the closet and grabs guest blankets because they must have some! Then she goes to Andrea and Julie's bedroom.::

::Julie goes into the linen closet and grabs a bunch of towels before blinking back to the front door.::

:: Azura stumbles up the last few stairs before she collapses against a wall in the hallway. The tears are now coming hard and fast and all she can think is why. Why Paige? Why did they have to take her again? She's angry that Paige wasn't selfish in her decision during her test, she should have chose to remain with her family, with her, that is what she should have done. Instead she died needlessly and now there's nothing to be done to correct any of it. It isn't fair. There were so many things left unsaid between them at the end, so many things and misunderstandings to fix. They never got to plan any of the life they were going to spend together. None of it. The thought of their future was the one thing which was keeping her going throughout this ordeal and now that has been taken from her. Paige wanted her to stay strong, but she can't do that anymore. Already she feels lonely, and she is aware that that feeling is only going to get worse, unlike last time, Paige isn't coming back. She doesn't even know about Jasmine's fate yet...::

::The mansion gives a lurch suddenly; it's becoming unsafe.::

:: The lurch gave Azura a fright but she hasn't moved from her spot against the wall. She is still crying and she is still questioning what happened. There isn't a chance of her stopping anytime soon either.::

::Ozymandias orbs in and is about to walk over to Azura when he sees the state she's in.::

"Oh..."

::He feels really awkward now. Crying women really aren't his best thing to deal with.::

:: Azura doesn't notice Ozymandias as she has her hands pressed against her face, and her knees drawn up to her chest.::

::So Ozy clears his throat.::

:: Azura startles, her whole body jumping before she drops her hands from her face and gazes at Ozymandias. Her eyes are red raw and puffy, her face wet and tear streaked. She doesn't say anything to him, just gazes without truly seeing him.::

::Ozymandias keeps his voice tender. He feels truly awful for Azura.::

"I think we need you."

:: Azura's lip trembles and she looks away. What do they need her for now? They should just leave her alone.::

"Come on, Azura."

::Ozy finally moves towards the witch, then crouches down beside her so their faces are level. He pulls a sympathetic face as he reaches out to brush away her tears, then thinks that this might not be appropriate for someone like Azura. Instead, he just rests his hand on her shoulder.::

"One final push."

:: Azura shies away from the whitelighter's touch. There is no room for anyone else in her personal space right now.::

"Why?"

::Ozymandias pauses. He doesn't actually know what it is they're all off to do.::

"The sisters need you. I don't know what it's for."

::Azura really looks a lot like Jasmine.::

:: Azura doesn't seem to acknowledge this, at least, not in the way that Ozymandias hoped. Him thinking about Jasmine has brought another question to her lips.::

"Where is my sister?"

::Ozymandias has pretty much no experience in dealing with Azura as a psychic. It is, therefore, impossible for him to even think to try to cover up his thoughts. Doing so would only draw even more attention to them. He still tries to skirt the question, though.::

"You need to come downstairs. They want to finish this."

"And I want to know where my sister is."

:: The whitelighter also has little experience in dealing with an very upset and emotional Azura.::

::Ozymandias is silent for a moment, then sighs.::

"She's gone."

:: Azura's face falls, and her breath catches in her throat. Oh no. No. No.::

"... gone?"

"Woah, stay calm."

::Ozymandias raises his voice with some urgency, really not wanting the witch to freak out.::

"We don't know where she is, but she is okay."

(Maybe. I think so. God knows what Mars has planned for her if he's not killed her.)

"So don't worry about it, all right? We're working on it."

"Mars?!"

:: Azura studied Greek mythology in school, she is well aware of who Mars is. She starts rubbing her temples.::

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no..."

:: She repeats this over and over. She can't have lost her little sister already. Not now. Not after just loosing Paige.::

"What!?"

::Ozy has even managed to forget Azura's powers.::

"I didn't... look, we'll get her back, okay! There's a chance that she'll be just fine!"

"Not with him."

:: Azura is still rubbing her temples, she stares intensely at the wall behind Ozy.::

::Something clicks and Ozy remembers Azura's powers.::

"Well... maybe you can reach her. Find out for yourself."

:: Azura gazes around as if searching for something. If Jasmine is still alive and well she should be able to reach her.::

(Jasmine?)

::Like when Paz had tried to contact Jasmine, Azura will hear Jasmine's responses as if she's speaking through a crackling radio. Must be bad reception in whatever realm the woman has gotten herself stuck in. So only bits and pieces of her thoughts come through.::

(Azza! Th... you're okay! Listen, I need...)

::Jasmine is saying something, but all Azura can hear is the muffled sound of her thought-voice.::