Staring Into Oblivion
Terry’s eyes were glued on the dark, massive hills that stretched out into the horizon when something odd emerged from the trees. The form of a little girl took shape before her eyes. It was Aisling.
Terry didn’t know if this was a hallucination or not. She’d been getting quite a few of those lately, given how little she slept.
She raced down the stairs, finding Aisling and Rocket in the company of rescuers, covered in mud and twigs.