They were days into the rescue missions, and while Lioriley had not gone out roaming as much as some others, she had done it enough by now to know what it felt like. Well. Sort of what it felt like. It was different every time — unsettling, strange, this fog filled with flashes of worlds she had never seen and likely never would again unless the train decided to stop there some time in the future. And who was the say any of it was real to begin with anyway? She certainly couldn't.

What was real was Danny, and Tidus. And her. She had never met the boy but Tidus' visions were...enough, to fathom a guess. The Lunari did her best to ignore the fleeting glimpses of strange lands, of those ghastly creatures that conjured images of her own world in her mind — inadvertently passed on to Tidus through their mental connection. Creatures of death, skeletal faces engulfed in swirls of pitch black, immaterial and yet still so terrifying. She snapped back quickly; focused. Danny. The young boy with the odd ability to change into...what? She could not quite put to words yet, and could not think too long about the details lest she lose them all entirely.

She saw him, she thought, finally after what felt like ages of moving through sludge. "Danny?" called out, dark eyes flickering along the twisted and intermingled landscapes in the fog. "You do not know me, but I have come from the train — we need to go back. It is not safe here."