At the sound of the alarms, Dr. Abdol gets to his feet, and begins to frantically check the device to check on Alex's drain. "His power levels are elevating."

Kathy stands up. She hurries to her son's side and frowns. His face is flushed and dotted with sweat. She looks at Dr. Andrews and the woman has grown pale and strangely...insubstantial, like she is fading away or something. "What is going on?" she whispers.

"He's responding badly. The drain isn't pulling his powers back fast enough." Abdol frowns, uneasily, "I have to wake Andrews up. I'm calling an end to this now."

Kathy strokes her son's torn cheek. "Alex, what's happening? What's happening to you?"

Alex's eyelid's flutter though they don't open fully and he moans, softly at his mother's touch. His lips part and he groans a word. "Corsair..."

Kathy gasps, and she grabs Abdol's arm, stopping him as he bends over Andrews to shake her awake. "No, no wait."

"Kathy, we don't really have the time. Alex's powers..."

"He spoke, Doctor, he spoke. He hasn't said a word since he was seven." The woman says, intently. She had not had much faith in this experiment, but so much was happening, so much.

Abdol frowns, "Kathy..."

"He said his father's name, his call sign. This wasn't a random thought, something meaningless." She looks down at her son, "Please, please, this is the first real sign that he is in there, Doctor. A few more minutes..."

Abdol returns to the drain and puts it to its highest setting. "When the monitor gets into the red, Kathy, I am pulling the switch on this. I will not risk this hospital for one man, not even Alex."

Kathy sits besides Alex, and bends down, forehead to forehead. "Please, 'Lexxy, please, my baby. Wake up, wake up for me."

Alex Summers opens his mouth and the sound that comes from his lips sounds like nothing more than the song of a bird.

Corsair stands before the royal palace of the Majestor, less a castle like his earth-educated mind would predict. It is a something that is part fairy tail, part sci-fi movie, part indescribable in its...alienness. He feels sick to his stomach, sick at what he is about to do. This is where he decides finally who he is going to be on this world. The Lady Lilandra had made it clear. He was dead in his own reality. He would never return home.

That is a strangely liberating feeling, knowing that. Christopher Summers had been dead for years, his mind just hadn't realized that fact.

So, he was free to be Corsair, which meant he had to make this choice.

He approaches the guard who stand at the "castle gates" and humbles himself before them, the sick feeling growing. "I have news for the Majestor, news of treason."

That's when the explosion rattles the palace, and golden light fills the windows on one side.

The guards spin around and one manages, "Your news might come to late, Slave." They run into the palace.

Corsair looks at the fading light, that left ring shaped after images in his mind. "I know that light." He says. He breaks into a run, following the guards. He doesn't completely remember where he knows it from, but he has a sinking feeling that he will soon find out.