So. Other people had the same experience; the portal, the cavern, the spirit of slayers. Tara wishes she could piece together what that means, but everything feels so hard to grasp right now -- thoughts grate inside of her head like steel wool against flesh, harsh and painful yet impossible to cling on to. Her body feels wrong, solid and awkward.

Finally, she sinks into a nearby chair. It feels easier than standing, at least.

"Justice and salvation," she whispers, gaze fixed on the carpet. "There were two paths. I think I must have seen someone picking the other path. They were... led downward. We were led here."

To Ohio, apparently. Something about that almost feels funny.

Tara finally raises her head, and does her best to look around the hotel, gaze darting about, rabbit-quick. Are they meant to stay here? It sounds like the guy she's talking to doesn't know any more than she does, but she appreciates that he's trying to help. Maybe they can figure it out together.

"Maybe they won't tell us our purpose just yet." Tara lifts a shaky hand, rubbing her temple. "But there has to be one."