Well, that was a doozy.

[promised_one]

The visions have stopped, for the time bein'. There was this big complicated thing last night where Owen talked to Janet the weevil, and Janet told Jack to make a "mindnest" with his new telepathy thing or whatever it is he's got. He tried, but we both ended up gettin' stuck in the vision loop. His mind was still linked with Owen's, too, so he

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[ihaveasoul]

This is why telepathy makes me antsy.

You sure you're okay?

[promised_one]

Well, I'm not spoutin' visions o' stars and darkness anymore.

[ihaveasoul]

I've known you long enough to know when you're avoiding an answer, you know.

[promised_one]

'Course I'm not okay, Angel, feels like my head's been run over by a truck a billion times.

[docisin]

Let me define 'resting'.

Love you, too.

[promised_one]

I'm in bed! I'm restin'. I just wanted to make sure people know we're alright.

<333333

[docisin]

Good, you move and I'll chop your legs off.

<3

[promised_one]

XD Not planin' on movin'. I kinda like bein' snuggled up here with you two. ;)

<3

[thedashinghero]

I'm glad I was able to get you out, Doyle. :)

[promised_one]

Me too, Jack.

[happybeinggreen]

Glad you're alright, Honey. See? Told you you'd get out of it.

[promised_one]

Thanks, Lorne. I'm just hopin' it doesn't happen again.

[lollipopcop]

Doyle? ...Allen Francis Doyle?

[promised_one]

Yeah, who're you?

[lollipopcop]

D.I. Peter Carlisle. You wouldn't happen to be a gambling sort of lad, would you?

[promised_one]

....I haven't the foggiest idea o' what you're talkin' about, sorry!