For one second she stops. No sensations, no emotions. She's nothing.
There's no light at the end of the tunnel and there is no void. It's just infinity. It's not peaceful, it's not calm. She wants to recall, tries to remember something just before it happens and for one microcosm of a second she thinks she will. And then she stops existing.
Suddenly, he's there. He makes her remember, nigh, FORCES her. The one person she found irksome from the beginning, the one that talked too much when all she sought was solitude and a little peace of mind… he is the one to jolt her back to life. The one with the soulful brown eyes full of laughter. They are not blue. She has to remember that.
And then he's gone. Just like how she was gone for a little while. Just like Sarah's gone.
She had wanted so many times for the agony, the void inside her to crush her from the inside, to cease to be.
But now, she has made a promise. And that means that she has to keep it. No matter how improbable, impractical, irrational and intensely difficult it is, she has to go back home.
So she tries. Even though there's hardly any of the breath of life left in that minuscule compartment, even though she feels like she is being crushed from the inside, this time it is just a physical sensation. Her mind is the calmest it has ever been since the storm that has lasted close to a decade.
She is going home…with one hell of a story to tell…