Atticus brow creased slightly as a thought surfaced.
'Everything is over… right?'
He reached out toward the woman, only to find her suddenly standing before him, a smoldering fury burning in her glare.
'What…?'
'Interrupt me once more,' she said coldly, 'and you will lose the ability to form a thought.'
Atticus cleared his throat and met her unyielding stare. She wasn't bluffing.
'Well?'
'Well what?'
He sighed.
'Isn't this over? Why are we still here?'
He had been expecting another cryptic hint, but instead she answered him plainly.
'Of course it is,' she replied.'If you had taken the time to think and feel, you would have realized your will is in recovery. When it finishes, you will wake up—''
Her words cut off abruptly as Atticus felt a sudden pull. The next instant, he was falling, plunging through endless darkness as the world blurred and twisted around him, until the void flashed white and blinding light swallowed his vision whole.
