"It isn't real. It happened a long time ago. They've already gone on." Adasse kept repeating to himself, to Sorrel, as they both gripped each other so tight. He focused on Sorrel, and Sorrel alone, matching his breaths as they both slowly stumbled along the hall, and away.

Then they were running. Running and running and he wanted to go right through that window and keep going but dragged himself to a halt next to Sorrel. Fingers gripped together, he closed his eyes against the cold and breathed in deeply.

"...Sorrel, what is going on?"