Music was playing, violent and angry. The likes of which didn't normally come from a unicorn's blanket fort. The last time sounds like this had been heard Vee Tee broke away from her and the Theater. Right now, emotions were doing things. Loud and angry things. Needing something to drown them out.

Only, she wasn't really listening.

Her mind occupied. Thoughts to loud, and memories playing like a movie. Maybes and Could Have Beens. Should Have Beens.

If the beginning wasn't such a cluster fuck. If people Rited then they wouldn't have had to fuck around casting shit like that when they landed in that fucking bowl. If Bolide hadn't fucked off, doing whatever the fuck he'd wanted instead of staying with the group and helping....

They could have made the bowl work.

Minecrafted it.

Make a roof and spikes and shit. There was water - it had been made a shield and gas. It could do other things. Right?

why didn't any of the Matter mages bring stuff they could Mcgonagall?

They should have been able to trust everyone else to watch their backs, while she and Campy and Archy headed Astral-way.

But Bolide fucked off. Magic seemed out of the realm for some, and dicking around was more important then getting shit done.

"Fuck!" she hisses against a pillow.

"Fuck!" she shouts, hopping the sound's muffled, forgetting in the moment that her room, and all the rooms were basically soundproof.

"Fuck!" ripping the pillow away from her face and throwing it at the blanket wall, the force of which brought the whole thing tumbling down on her.

What happened, happened. They'd killed the zombies, even if that wasn't the point. There wasn't changing any of it any more. But they should have been able to. That was the point. Changing things, helping people. Saving lives. Even lives that had been long dead and apart of the Records. That's what Time Travel was about. Or at least the Clock given trips.

She wondered if there was anyone else who was on that trip who got it.

Understood that this wasn't a win. That this wasn't even a sort of win. The lost. Lost this round, battle. Lives.

The Seers fucking won.