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After talking to Angie last night, Kim couldn't think of anything except getting in touch with her Dad. She couldn't believe how history repeated itself and regardless of what Angie did, she was furious at the way he was treating Angie.

She wished she could be there for her, but at the moment the best she could do was try to shake some sense into one very stubborn man. She knew that she couldn't get to him through normal means - they could be being watched, she didn't know his exact location and she could lead them to him. No, she would have to get to him in a way they could not track.

Granted, Melou wasn't the boy she wanted for her daughter, but after seeing the way he spent time with her after Angie returned, she can't deny that he cares about her.

Chase had the day off and was going to take Angie to the park. Kim said she had something important to do. She might have kissed him goodbye a few seconds longer than normal, held onto her little girl tighter than usual, and as they left she didn't mean to watch them until they disappeared into Chase's car. She'd moved the curtains a little to wave at them, and while Chase looked at her through the window and seemed concerned, Angie just grinned and waved back.

After they left, she went to the kitchen and wrote a note on the bulletin board. She told Chase that no matter what he shouldn't worry and that wherever she was, she was safe, this was just something she had to do. After signing the note with an I love you, she sat on the bed and looked at her closet, trying to psych herself up for doing something possibly dangerous. If Mesaana found her... No, she couldn't think of that and she knew that after seeing her dad she wouldn't be able to stay angry for long, but at least he might listen to her.

She took a breath and opened herself to saidar. She'd only seen the weave a few times, a bitter memory, but she'd felt herself getting stronger over the last few months. Before, she couldn't think of forming the weave, but now, she thought maybe she could.

Channeling and weaving the silvery threads of spirit took more of her power than she'd thought, but after a few moments there was the mirror image of her room where before there had been only a wall. Her bedroom in Tel'aran'rhiod looked the same except for a strange diffuse light. She glanced back at her actual house one more time and then forced herself through the Gateway before she could change her mind.

Maybe she'd seen this happen in too many movies, but she still expected to feel something as her body passed through the dividing line between reality and Tel'aran'rhiod. Instead, it was like walking from one room to another, no change except location. She released saidar and the Gateway vanished. She had a moment of fear, of being trapped and stranded, but she tried to concentrate on the goal.

But as she pictured her Dad's house, she realized that she hadn't paid enough attention to the details. The exact replica she needed she could not create. She wasn't moving. She frowned and tried again, but she was still in her room.

Okay, she had to try another way - if she could find his house here she could wind up there in reality. And, she remembered that he had a direct path to Milliways, so even if he wasn't there, she could find him. She was also pretty sure that none of the Forsaken would show up in her America and as long as she kept to places she knew and they didn't...she should be safe.

She imagined a set of keys and one appeared in her hand. Thinking of being outside the house made her surroundings change. The car was in front of her and as long as she didn't think about running out of gas, she figured that it would run for a while. She ignored the nighttime sky and the distant lights. As she got into the car she thought of the Canadian border near Toronto and a map. She wasn't flying through the air exactly, but the world rushed by her at an incredible pace, faster than a plane.

Maybe this would be easy.

She reached for the map on the seat next to her and suddenly everything disappeared.

If she could feel her body she'd control her breathing but she felt like she was back with Asmodean on that awful platform and there was only darkness and she was stuck there again and there was no escape. She lost track of how long the darkness lasted.

But, no, there were sparks of light. 'I've slipped the bonds of earth,' she thinks, not sure where the memory came from, but it didn't feel like space.

One glowing ember seemed to be drawing her in. She watched it get closer, feeling something familiar and comforting about it - a name whispered in her mind 'Chase' - and then she was colliding, slipping, tumbling down.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a blue sky and a sandy beach. She had a moment to wonder how she'd arrived there, but it was hard to think when she felt lips pressed against the side of her neck and strong arms holding her.

"No one's around for miles," a soft voice whispered in her ear.

No, something felt wrong about this - like she'd meant to be somewhere else, but she couldn't remember and Chase's hands were making it difficult to care.

She looked down and saw that she was wearing a silver band on her left hand and his hand, which was currently sliding up her thigh, had the same ring.

"Your Dad and Chris are watching Angie and John..." he continued.

She stopped trying to remember where she was before, because she couldn't imagine anywhere she'd rather be.

"We should take advantage of that," she whispered in return, turning in his arms to kiss him, completely unaware that nothing was real.

[ooc: Huge thanks to Aspen for advice and help. And...Kim will be in this dream for the next few weeks (her time). But she's happy. Really.]