Though she tried not to think about it, Allie realized something else was severely off ever since she woke up on the side of the river bend. She didn't feel exhausted after running and except for the cramps in her legs, she was sure she could run forever if she wanted to; which only served to make her depressed as that was exactly what she'd wanted to do.

Only this was not how she wanted it to happen.

And though she could nab food from passing dinners since no one could see her, she didn't need to eat much or get all that tired. Though other than heightened stamina…other…functions still seemed to work, and that was something else that made it possible for her to think she really wasn't dead.

Allie shook her head as she pinched a bagel off the passing plate from the dinner she'd stopped at from breakfast and had put her sweater on as it was getting colder as she went further north, running in nowhere anyplace special, but thought that maybe it had something to do with Arthur specifically and that she could find the answers over in Europe.

She didn't want to have to sneak too many flights, so she ran most of the way until she found a city with an airport flight to Britain.

Allie grabbed a bag from the back and kept on nabbing things from passing plates like bacon, another bagel, and biscuits so she could eat on the run. She walked over to the door and waited until someone left to go out the door and decided to walk for a little while as she didn't wanna know if she could still throw up.

The blonde looked down at the bag and wondered how no one was seeing a couple of bags floating in the air; did they turn invisible too or something? That gave her an idea, but she couldn't try it out on someone since she was incapable of touching anyone other than Marco it seemed. It just raised the question of how he was able to still see her, not that she was complaining.

Better it be just one person than everyone not being able to see her.

Allie started running again and nearly tripped on the road when she felt the slipperiness of the ice starting to grace the roads. She regained her balance before sliding down the hillside when she thought it was better to run through there than risk getting hit by a car and started her running up again, backpack on her back and bag clutched firmly in her hand.

Allie wasn't used to running in a forest and usually stuck to the roads, so she had to watch her step and avoid the tree logs in her way and the occasional animal that got in her way. And though running was an arduous task, especially with the wind snapping against her face in the cold weather, when she stopped she was usually warm from the speed she was going at, even with the biting cold.

And short of hitching a ride in the back of a truck, she didn't have any options but to run.


After a long day of running, Allie found herself cold and sitting alone in the forest, chopping wood to make a fire, though it felt like a waste to use Excalibur for something as trivial as wood cutting. Just as Allie was about to make another chop from a dead log, she noticed that golden sand was streaming from the sky over a certain area and feeling curious, Allie ran to where the sand was and found it was a town.

Huh, and too think she was going to make a fire the old fashion way. Allie put the sword into her belt and it turned back into a butter knife. She watched the strands go into windows and tentatively reached out and touched the sand, miniature forms of her family appearing and she felt her breath hitch and clench her fist as she bit down on her lip.

But all too soon the sand dispersed and she watched it weave through the town and into houses. She wondered what was going on, but there was an inkling of something and she made her way over to a one-story house to peer inside to see it was a child's room and the sand form over their head into a dream.

It clicked in Allie's mind what was going on from an echo of her parent's telling her about the Sandman and other figures, and now she figured that if someone like Arthur really had existed, then why not them too?

Allie watched the steaming sand for a moment longer before making her way into a garage and though it wasn't the warmest of places, it was still better than being outside and she snuggled into the hood, curling her arms around herself tightly.

Though she was unaware of the dream sand flying into the garage and floating over her head; the images of her and her parents being happily reunited bringing an unconscious smile to her face.