[Molly] Precognition flows like a River

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Molly  was sitting on her own bed, trying to get the constant input under control.  The walk back to the bunker had allowed her to acclimate to it a bit slower, not just suddenly assaulted.  Although the novelty of touching steel had been a thrill, it had faded really quickly.

And the fact that she could FEEL  Jack and Ripley going at it like furless bunnies was so not helping.  Not when you hadn’t had sex in ten years and couldn't recall half of that.

The sudden lurching moments ago and finding herself once more feeling the magic was glorious… only to have it ripped away once more.

Something flashed brighter in her mind than the rest of the flood.  SHIT!

This wasn’t good.  For the thousandth time she wondered how River lived like this.

Knowing that telling anyone was going to get her nowhere, Molly started out into the hall to find some extra linins and the big sewing kit she’d found.  They’d come in handy. 

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Molly was feeling very insecure as she shoved two Wraith pistons and three handguns with four boxes of ammo into a pillow case. The instinctive fear of the iron of the vault, and the metal of the guns was twisting her gut as much as the constant pressure of thoughts and voices she had to fight to keep her own individuality from fading.

She was dragging the pillow case out of the vault when she was literally knocked over by the sudden wave of absolute terror, overwhelming pain, and and mental anguish. She dropped the case and scrambled backwards on her ass, her hands and feet carrying her into a corner.

"Oh Daana... oh Daana." Tears were streaming down her face and she bit back the sour acid of bile. "Oh Daana..."

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Pull yourself together. Molly stopped pulling at her...River's hair. She had to pull herself together. Shannon/Charlie was dead. It was horrible. She had all the thoughts and minds flooding her. Except the Doctor's. He was there, but not his thoughts. He was in Daniel... but he was so used to maintaining a tight shield, that he did it even in another body.

Pull yourself together. She kept repeating it like a mantra as she pulled herself to her feet once more. She collected the pillow case and returned to the shared room. Bags were packed from here. Pillow cases full of bedding, extra cloth. They needed it. Pistols and a bit of ammo. Molly placed her bow and quiver on the lower bunk.

Keep yourself together. Tears were falling now. She couldn't help it. She couldn't panic. Panic wouldn't help.

She took deep breaths. Deep breaths. Images flashed on top of the thoughts of others. Bright fire, and total dark. Fear and pain and running.

"Then the traveller in the dark,
thanks you for your little spark;
He could not see which way to go,
if you did not twinkle so;
Twinkle, twinkle little star,
How I wonder what you are."

"By the prickling of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes." Molly found she had been rocking back and forth on the bed.

"Something's coming."