I walked in the tent to find Mark pacing. As I cleared my throat, he turned and jumped. "What the heck Miranda? Why are you here?"

I told him everything. "I had another 'Episode'. Mark, whats wrong with me? Why is everything like this?" I asked him. He hugged me.

"I'm so sorry," he replied, "I don't know what is happening, but I swear sis, I'll find out what is wrong." he vowed. I started to cry. 'A concussion, and now this' I thought, clenching my fists.

"Thanks brother." I muttered. I walked out of his tent and back to my own. 'What did they mean?' I asked myself. In my last 'Episode', I saw buildings falling as more came up, and two figures approaching the buildings. I saw Mikala watching them, appearing to be speaking while tears streamed down her face. She then collapsed as I approached her. She looked at me, smiling, saying several lines, and passed out as Mark approached, grief and regret written on his face. I then stood up, to face a different hooded figure whom I felt that I had seen. I saw myself fill up with anger and realization as I pulled out the Kolvstad, and charged at the figure. I left Mark to tend to the fainted Mikala.

The images I had seen were continuing to be really sad, so I neglected to remember the rest of the string of images. I continued in my tent. I walked inside, to see Cyrus, reading a book on the floor. As I entered, he stood up and set the book down to look at me. "So, are you going to tell me why you were about to fall over near a rock earlier?" he inquired, still staring at me.

"I don't have the slightest clue. I-" I was interupted by searing pain from the wound.

"I'm pretty sure that you're not okay now. Tell me." he seemed unamussed.

"I told you, I don't have the slightest clue," I responded, "I told Mark the same reason. I can't ju-"

I was interupted by Cyrus putting one of my hands on my forhead, while he put the other one on his. "You're burning up." he added in, giving me the I-told-you-so face.

Before I got flustered to the point of blushing, I pulled my hands away and turned away. "So? What if I am? There isn't a logical reason why I wou-"

"Stress. Contracted something. Your concussion. Whats hapening to you," he rebutted, "Need me to go on?"

I sighed. I regained control of myself and turned to him. "No. Thats enough Cyrus." I responded. I walked to my bed and laid down, thinking of what would happen the next day. "Do you know how far we have left?"

He nodded. "Yes, we are about half a day's journey away. Well, I'll be going now. Oh, and don't worry about your memory, it'll come back soon, I can feel it." He walked out of my tent, leaving me to my thoughts.

I waited a while before I let sleep take me into my conciousness.