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Entry 14

Caleb had apologized for allowing his revelry the night before to affect a full day of interaction on the trip and promised to be better company the next day. Talia dismissed it gently, assuring him that he had been no different than the rest of the group. The second day on the trail had sapped everyone's energy fully, and each wandered slowly towards their rooms for the night. The effects of the partying the night before had finally dissipated, and the group was looking forward to waking up ready for a new day. Talia could almost hear their secretly whispered prayers of thanks that chacha was only for the first night in Tbilisi.

Gliding towards her room, her anticipation increased. The soft click of the door lock was the most welcoming sound of the day. Sliding her shoes off without breaking her stride, she reached the bed in six steps. With her heartbeat slowed, the fireflies flashed in her eyes like a familiar beacon, welcoming her home. Though she worried that this trip back might be stressful, she was relieved to feel such longing as she slipped out of this world and into her own. She closed her eyes in the Georgian night and opened them milliseconds later to the sound of ocean waves crashing on the sun-lit shore.

"Bring me back."

The voice was intertwined with its surroundings completely. The waves, the breeze, the sound of the gulls - they were all in perfect harmony with this scene. A voice should have stood out as something separate and distinct, but it blended seamlessly instead. Try as she might, she couldn't distinguish anything familiar. It didn't seem male or female, not young or old. It didn't twinkle with laughter as in her mother's bell-like voice, and there wasn't a hint of accent as in Bryd's European, polished sound. Though she couldn't place it, the significance of its presence wasn't lost on her. SOMEONE was here - someone that knew her and assumed she had the power to work miracles.

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