There's only one way out…
Despairing and agonized was Lyra, pained and shaking on the bed in Elsa's condo. Her own beloved Will had said he didn't know her. She had lost her beautiful daemon Pantalaimon and her parents again. Everything was going wrong.
Slowly Lyra finished crying. She remembered what the armored bear Iorek had said to her. She had to be strong. She had to think straight.
Elsa knocked on the door. "Are you Ok, dear? " she asked, consolingly.
"Yes, thank you," Lyra sniffed.
She sat and thought for a long time. There were unutterable billions of worlds. What if Elsa's world was like Will's world but wasn't really Will's world? Then the Will she had talked to on the phone wasn't her Will, just some other Will from another world. What she had to do was imagine herself into the world of her own precious Will.
Lyra strained the sinews of her brain. She thought of all the things she had seen in Will's world. She thought of Mary Malone the homely but nice scientist. She remembered the gracious Rolls-Royce automobile of Sir Charles Latrom, the wicked English knight.
Nothing happened!!! There was no lighted tunnel to another world!
She strived harder. Still nothing happened…
Then she had a great realization! She knew what she had to do, but it was desperate and very scary.
She took a crayon and wrote a note to Elsa:
Dear Elsa,
Thank you for helping me when I was in a fix. I'm going to have to go now.
Thanks again,
Love, Lyra
Then, gathering together all her courage, she opened the window of the fifteenth floor bedroom wide open and threw herself out of it into the waiting darkness. Elsa, who was watching 'Friends' on the TV, was transfixed by Lyra's despairing wail as she fell.
Is this the end?