No burning. Just light. It was like she was in a tunnel going through patches of light after endless light. But then the tunnel stopped and at the end of it was a black hole. Of course the devil would be cruel like this, to bring her down a lit tunnel only to throw her into her own torturous dark abyss.

Wait. No. There were voices down there, down in the black hole. Screams actually. Just screams.

Then the world spun and pain flared from her head, down her spine, to her toes. Everything hurt, and yet the demon was picking her up again.

Lots of voices now to accompany the screams. All of them disjointed and incoherent.

Except one.

"Quinn," the demon said. Another scream. "Quinn, please, calm down." So it could torture her more? Warmth surrounded her and she felt herself trembling despite the comfort; she was too scared to be consoled by it.

"Everything is going to be alright," the demon told her. "Just stay with us." Us? Of course there was more. And they were all going to follow her down into that black hole the devil reserved just for her.

She was being lifted again. One final scream shook her entire being as the demon stepped forward into the blackness. The light disappeared from behind them. No sounds except for ragged breathing. She was still trembling and the demon held her closer. It started moving again, its feet scuffing on the floor. Then she was being lowered and felt softness, like a cloud, beneath her. She didn't move and couldn't have if she had wanted to. She closed her eyes, though it didn't make any sense to. Eyes open or closed she saw the same thing: nothing but black.

The sound of water running confused her and she opened one eye to see if there was anything to see. Nothing. She shivered and tried to move her arms around herself but they wouldn't respond to her command. Her body was freezing, like she was made of ice, but the cloud below her was warm and was very slowly heating her up. It was soft as well and she wondered why something so nice was in Hell.

Her eyes fell shut again and she realized that the ragged breaths had disappeared. So had the voices. And the screaming. The only sound now was the water running somewhere in the blackness.

Her body felt heavy and she felt exhaustion start to creep at the corners of her being. She was about to contemplate why she was tired if she was dead but then the exhaustion overtook her and pulled her down into its heavenly embrace.

The first thought that swam back to her conscious mind was: Why am I wet? With that thought stuck in her head she pushed herself to consciousness, slowly but surely reaching it. She carefully opened her eyes and was surprised that light didn't blast into them. A couple spots of lights were scattered across the left side of her vision and as she opened her eyes more she realized that they were candles residing on a counter. Her eyes trailed over the counter, noting the sink and the pair of scissors that sat next to a balled up cloth. She frowned slightly as she realized she was in a bathroom. Which meant…

Looking down she found out herself sitting in a bathtub with the water level just below her chest. Before she could freak out she realized that she was sitting in the tub with a pair of Mark's boxers and one of his oversized tops. All she could think now was: Who undressed me?

She looked over as the door opened and Mark walked in. He looked down at her and gave her a small smile as he knelt next to the bathtub. "Hey, how you doing?" he asked softly. Quinn didn't say anything for a moment as she tried to figure out the answer. "I'm… alive. I'm not dead." Mark let out a stressed laugh. "No. No you're not. Thank God." He smiled.

Quinn ran her fingers across the surface of the bathwater, trying to remember what happened. "I fell through the ice," she said simply.

"Yes," Mark replied, his tone pained.

"What happened after? I thought I was dead… That a demon was carrying me to Hell…" She glanced up at Mark, but then away at the painful look in his eyes. "What happened?" she asked.

"You fell in. Caim jumped in after you and brought you up. I took you in here and you've been asleep in the bath for about a half hour. Kitchie and I have been taking turns watching you since Kitchie wants to make sure Caim's alright."

"Is he?" Quinn asked.

"He's…alright. Same position as you but in his and Kitchie's room." Quinn bit her lip and looked into the water, thinking that the thing that was helping her now was the same thing that was trying to kill her half an hour ago.