Link, outside the Spirit Temple, ducked around the side of the stone walls.

He looked around. As usual, there was no one for miles except inside the Temple.

A piercing scream from above made Link jump. A severed hand was thrown out of the window at the front of the Temple, trailing blood as it went.

Link closed his eyes for a moment and opened them again

I feel nothing...

He realized with a slight shock that he felt no sympathy, no anger. Not even any sickness. He was numb.

Link edged slowly to the back of the Temple. Feeling along the wall with his fingers, he found what he was looking for. He pressed the tiny switch and a small door opened by his side.

He walked through, cautious. If he was seen, he'd be killed. And there would be no return this time.

Nayru?

There was no answer.

Zelda's in this Temple, but where? And what about Sheik, where is he? Why isn't he here, trying to help?

Link peered around the corner. There was no one there. He dashed down the long hallway and kneeled behind a statue of Din. He looked past it and realized there was an entire empty room at the end of the short passage.

This place was crowded with Gerudos, experiments, monsters... what happened?

There was another echoing scream, followed by gleeful laughter. He recognized it immediately.

Nabooru! What is she doing... Please don't let it be Zelda...

There were more screams, so mangled he couldn't tell if they were from male or female.

Emboldened, Link ran into the empty room and shot a round ceiling tile with his longshot. He flew gracefully over the divide in the center of the room, landing near a tub of something he didn't want to identify.

Another scream.

Link almost fell back in releif. The cries were male, Zelda was safe. For the moment, at least.

Link!

He turned, bow drawn and arrow notched.

Then he saw who had spoken. His bow clattered loudly to the ground.