Time and Prayers

Have you ever had one of those moments where you can acutally feel time passing? The seconds on the clock as they tick off? the sands in the hour glass as each gran slips by?
Thats how Most of us here feel now, as if we are getting closer and closer to the dark.
Mel and Megs are back. Orion just shook his head at the two of them and conceded that they did what they had to, but an explination before hand would have been nice.
I STILL have no clue what happened, besides something invovling a vase of roses, and my getting scrachted on them. Then waking up later and wondering why everyone was standing around me looking at me like I had just came back from the dead. Freaky.
Still we have a lil less than 24 or so hours before it all goes down. I really am scared of what we might find or see when we get there. But all of those who have gathered here are commited. From will and his corps. To The Rider and The Hunter. None of us will let them get away with what they are planning. Still its hard to just sit here and do nothing for the time being except feel the seconds tick by. It finally gets to me and I wind up taking a walk in the woods to of all places, Vector's Grave. Its so dark and cold out tonight that I can almost feel it closing in on me. So its no wonder that this bright lil flame on the hill side attracted me. He gave his life to make sure that the darkness didnt consume the world, the universe. It drives me crazy to think that him and all of those who have been lost may very well have died in vain. To think that we may never get the ones we care for back. It really truly hurts, to wonder just what we will see when we go into that place tomorrow. Will Nemesis and Galvatron be there? did they do the horrible unforgiveable thing that both my self and Meleficent are terrified of? And will we have no choice, the men we love have no choice but the dark evil one we are facing when the time comes to fight? I sit down on the cool marble and put my face in my hands, wanting nothing but to go back and bawl in the arms of the manI love, but knowing that this is neither the time nor the place for that. right now there is no one left to listen to me or comfort me except the best listeners and comforters of all.
I pray to all that can hear us, God, Primus, The Force, and what ever else you wanna call the powers that be in the universe. Please guide us and keep us all safe.
Rose