When Ken closed his eyes, whatever dam was holding back the tidal wave of panic broke down.

Suddenly it was harder than ever to breathe, and Miles himself felt like he would lose consciousness as well. The bile rose to his mouth again, and he swallowed, hard, shaking his head clear of any memories that threatened to surface once more. This isn't the time...

He urged Pess, agitatedly, to hurry, and the Arcanine sped up her pace, bounding (miraculously, without hitting anybody) to the hotel where Merlin was staying. She didn't stop to hesitate about entering the building,and Miles did not stop her, as she flitted inside and ran up the staircase. He'd apologize later, but he had to get to Merlin now..

And there was the door. Miles leapt off of Pess' back and raised a bandaged fist, slamming it against the wood.

"Merlin!" His voice sounded so dry, betraying his panic. "Merlin! You've got to help me!"