She could not stand here, or float, idly by and watch this. She had seen Donna's soul before. It remained to be seen now. This was within her own ability. Part of all of this. The thoughts that transpired, the line of thinking that took place. She didn't know if she could do this. What if she hurt her more? With or without words, she knew what was going on, where thoughts were.
If she could pull her away, if she could pull Donna away. An astral projection of herself. Was it possible? She knew it was within her own capabilities, but she hadn't ever tried it. That yearning, it was tugging at everything inside of her. If there were ever a time to show emotion, now would have led her closer to any type of breakdown. If this had been her, if her own parents had been here once upon a time. If any type of situation or role had been reversed, she knew where she would have wanted to be. What she would have asked for. And as she moved closer, she did hear it. The ramblings, those words that only hardened her for what she needed to figure out and attempt to do now. It was without her permission, but she couldn't believe for even half a moment that this would have been denied.
Rachel felt like she was the one drowning. Staring over the crumpled woman, face covered in a cold shroud of frozen hair. Moving around, she closed her eyes and took this time. Thoughts had to be specific and thought out properly. She couldn't allow herself to become so emotionally attached to this situation. But the worry and fear of hurting Donna more than she was already. The look of her, the cuts and bruises, the pain she couldn't even reach out and heal like this. Why couldn't she have that one ability instead? Even if it wouldn't do her any good now, if that were the only one.
Separation was more difficult than she expected it to be, but she tried as carefully as she could. Pain was all too real and possible, a side effect of this. It could come from not being done properly or because of the amount of time taken away from the body. Rachel was used to it as Raven had been. There was a difference here that she wouldn't necessarily feel that Donna could and it left her more weary of all of this.
She couldn't stop though, not now. Perseverance, she would capture it now. Pulling until she finally had what she wanted, another person there floating. Her familiar face, and where speech wasn't able to give or hear like this. Not with how Rachel did not hold any other powers currently, she knew the direction. How to get there, the only place she could think of, and in the rush she knew was going to be needed.
Rachel wouldn't stop until Donna was there with Adam. The little boy already in bed, as they hovered there above. A real life version of Casper as Rachel tried to keep her distance. This wasn't her moment, but she needed to maintain some closeness. And to watch for any signs of what could be pain for this distance and amount of time. Her worries only increased as she watched, pained by the vision seen here. Pained by something she could never have, that was stripped from her early on because her own mother chose herself.
She felt out of place, watching a private moment. There was no jealousy, only a hint of sadness. To feel so alone where she wasn't. Her worries were only going to grow as time went by. And she was unable to turn the clock back. She couldn't make it worse, there was no way she would be able to handle that knowledge. To know that she did that instead of helping in a time like this.
Without empathy and still left with these battling emotions. The tears that would fall from her own body. This way that she was tied to it, as it fell down the side of her face and into her hair. She had to maintain some semblance of strength.
To take her back, rushing in hopes that these effects didn't cause Donna to want to cry out in pain. To fall over, even as she was an astral projection. Paranoia filling her the faster she went, rushing her back to a place she didn't want to leave her. What other choices did she have? Not everyone needed to know about this. She only expected people to be upset with her for having done it at all. Even Donna, if she ever figured it out. Couldn't have been more than a dream. Like the fourth of July over again.
Astral projection held astral manipulation. Donna would be back, having lost that time of freezing for the sake of seeing the sleeping form of her son. But as soon as this was all done, she had to flea the area. Her own speed at which she made it to her own body was further than she had done in some time now. Eyes forced open, bright lights burning her vision. A gasp of air taken in, but all she could do was think back to that moment.
Everything had to be okay. She would go back, check other locations, but this was too much. Sitting up, her head fell into her hands. Her body was real, this tightness in her chest and nausea in her stomach. Neither would be going away, but she allowed this to be the state of her head as she fell back again.