I'm not sure I can breathe. The black of unexpected instant transportation is like nothing I've ever dealt with. It has to be James who is in control, but what if it's not?

How far are we moving. Is my darling Gaia with me? We were going to die. I'm sure Fagan's hand is in this. And if me sweet wife of almost fifty years is gone, I will find him. He's already taken so much. My heart still beats for two, as it has since we joined.

Vacuum, not a breath of air to be had. It feels like I've been in here for for hours. Count the seconds. It can't be much longer. Damn it, how long has it been. I can't die here. Fagan can't win. Fear of him won't stop me. Fear of this void might be worse. Why do I feel like my body will dissolve and never be the same?

How is this getting to me? I'm past seventy. Nothing should bother me. Death without my love by my side is something I cannot fathom. Separation is not to be in our fate. The promise of the Goddess is true to all those who find their soulmate. The twin hearts beat together never to be rent asunder. Please Cerannos, it is not our time!

Tears. I can't find my face. I can't wipe them away.

Panic? No! I won't. No way. This will be over in a moment. But's been forever. Believe, Harry. You're going to be okay.

Not sure, not sure. Yes. I think therefore I am. I cannot be dead.

Smell the pines. Feel the earth under your feet, Harry.

"Help them. They're hurt." Morgan's voice penetrated.

Gaia's hand squeezed his.

Relief weakened his knees.

"Never again without a warning, love."

Gaia's voice was the last thing I heard before things went gray and although I struggled to remain conscious, black took me under.