…On the screen of inner sight a single glowing point of light that seems farther than the farthest star, yet closer than the sun.
Between her and the light nothing but the streaks of passage… a stream of movement, as of a million suns caught racing comets in the blackness of space.
A wormhole…twin dragons… serpents aflame with brilliance… a tunnel through which she is rushing faster than the light itself, falling backwards, away from the light.
The unexpected sensation is sickening, stomach twisting.
Hands reach up from the earth, dragging, clawing… nightmares and hell… women, children… She refuses their hold and turns.
Flesh melts from her bones and she dissolves into earth…
She is only the wind…
She opens her eyes to a world wreathed in fog, ghostly shapes, amorphous and shifting…
It takes a moment before reality returns…
“Is there a Fin Cop?”
“Because if there is, that is where we need to go.”