In the distance, a bank of low hanging clouds hovered. Ritchie, at the wheel of the barge, looked back at Joe, who glanced up from a map and nodded.
As the group looked on, the bank began to take on more solid form, and as the time ticked by, the barge drew closer, an island began to separate itself from the mist.
It appeared to be a circle of rock, covered in green vegetation, except on the highest peaks, where there was just black rock reaching to the blue sky, now visible to the group on the approaching barge.
No one spoke. Joe indicated for Ritchie to begin a circle around the island. As the barge made its way, Amanda gasped and wobbled on her feet.
Duncan steadied her and said, "Hang on, Amanda, we're almost there."
Ann began checking her out, "What did you feel?" she asked.
"Ohhhhh...something's there," she groaned. "I felt like I was standing under a wide field of stars, and I was the highest point around..."
She then looked at Anne, "The baby kicked, too."
"Kicked!?", Anne exclaimed. She made to take Amanda below, but Amanda refused. She wanted to see where they were going and what they were getting into.
Ritchie winced a bit, then looked at the other Immortals around. They were starting, too. Amada grunted again, "I think they're playing drum solos in my tummy," she groaned.
Joe looked at the Immortals, "What's going on?"
Fitz murmured, "It's like we're feeling the Daddy of the tykes faire Amanda is carrying."
Methos nodded in agreement, starring intently at the island.
Duncan turned to Joe, "Whatever Constanza is studying, and it's tied to whatever is happening to Amanda somehow."
A few moments later, an opening appeared in the circle of rock, wall-like in it's structure. An archway. Both the archway and the rock wall, looked...purposeful... intentional...