Celly blinked the tears out of her eyes as she landed in the totally new time period. Dion... she was so close... When the hell did Dion become a hippie? I always thought he would have fought in 'Nam. Still, that moment of recognition was all that she had needed. Well, at least Dion will know what's going on, even if I don't, Celly told herself.

That brief instant where the two of them had connected and recognized each other was all that it took. Though her Soulbond to Dion's present incarnation was in need of mending, the Dion of the sixties still had his intact. That instant when their eyes had met, the instant they had found each other again was all Celly needed to feel the pulse of the red thread that connected their souls together. And in that instant, Celly had taken the opportunity to throw everything she knew about her situation and the Game... straight into Dion's mind. That instant barrage of information had no doubt overloaded her lover's mind and knocked him into unconsciousness. But, the information would stay... it would be a little cloudy and jumbled up, but it would stay.

Celly bit her lip worriedly. It was a vast invasion of personal privavcy, but Dion would understand. He always did. Besides, feeling that Soulbond, even for the briefest of instances, had felt good. She had felt whole again. Now, hopefully, Dion would know what had caused her sudden disappearance... and maybe he would find a way to keep them from time tripping all over the place! It was getting annoying!

Remy started talking to herself, and Celly turned her attention to the ranting girl. Oh no, she sighed to herself, and went to find out what was wrong.

TBC...