Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, then jumping to his feet again. To and fro.

A flash. A howl. All aflame. Rushing to the window. Streaks of fire and light hurling against the tower, through the walls. Rock rending. Glimpse of giant, distorted faces inside. A maelstrom of colours twisting like a hole in his senses. Then all pulled into nothingness. Numb, throbbing silence reigns, something slowly swelling up there. Now run!

A gleaming shape climbs out through the hole in the wall. Swinging downwards, light as a feather, leaping on protruding, tormented rocks. Reaching ground at the last moment. A ball of fire consuming everything up there, a deafening crash. Rocks fall like hail. She is not to be seen.