Kefen recovers

Kefen's head swam like a waterlogged brick, but it was getting easier to think. He remembered getting glimpses of Nepal and Cheshin talking, but then he had been yanked away violently. “I should have recognized it as a storm,” he admonished. “There was so much happening. I should have known.” Dru's mind got caught up in the storm, thrown about like a rag in a tornado.

Jueqel slammed his fist into the floor, “Damn!”

Remembering Dru, Kefen crawled over to him. Jueqel had Dru's head propped up on a cushion. He didn't remember Jueqel getting a cushion. A lump on Dru's head was swelled up as big as lemon. “It's a storm that I have been feeling for the last hour?” Jueqel asked. “I've never felt one so strong, and never one that spikes like it did.”

Kefen shook his head, “Not fully. I think the spike was the monster's abilities breaking free.”

“Karden?”

Kefen did not answer but put his palm on Dru's temple.

“Is he going to be alright?” Asked Jueqel.

Kefen nodded, “I think so, but we need to get Etten here.”

“But the storms not over.”

“I don't think that matters,” Kefen explained. “I think the storm was attracted to our 'one mind'. We've been teleporting and trying to keep in contact with one another.” He stopped for a breath. His head was pounding. “It must have been too much psychic activity connected over distance. Maybe we caused a storm of our own. It's hard to tell, but I'm pretty sure we were feeding it. Psychic activity acts like weather fronts, highs and lows, and esper activity can tug a storm in odd directions. Unlike the weather, a psychic storm has boundaries outside of what we think of as three dimensions. The storms also play tricks on you. It's easy to loose track of time.”

Jueqel nodded in a way that let Kefen know this was all academic to him.

Kefen apologized. “Sorry, I'm lecturing.” He looked at Dru, concerned. “That's supposed to be his job.”

“It's fine. Go right ahead. You sound better for it.”

Kefen felt better. His thoughts had cleared. “I'm going to contact Etten. I'll let you know what's happening as I do so. If I remain quiet too long, you might need to suppress my abilities. I don't want to get lost in the storm. So, just ask me. If I don't respond, you know what to do.”

Jueqel looked reluctant, but he agreed.

“Oh, and don't let anyone in House Thero try to help Dru.” Kefen did not want anyone of them in poking around in Dru's head, if he could help it.

“Alright, but only if you make it back in one piece. Otherwise, I'm going for help.”

Thankfully, the concern was for naught. Kefen reached out for Etten's mind, and found it right away. “We need you here at House Thero. Dru's hurt.”

Seconds later, Etten was standing in the room. Jueqel had never met Etten. They said their, “hi, nice to meet you's,” and turned their attention to Dru.

Etten said, “I'm not getting a whole lot. He's shut himself down.” He sized up the situation and said, “This is going to take awhile.”

Impatient and worried, Kefen motioned with his hand, shooing Etten to begin. “Get started.”