Cain shuddered at the feeling, not unlike grease being soaked in deeper than skin. It wasn't anything he had felt before and yet he had an inkling what it was. As the feeling continued, slipshod through him, he felt the tethers that kept him in the moment start to loosen, his mind falling adrift with shock to the intrusion. He was allowing it. That didn't mean he could control his own natural reactions.

At first, everything was too large. Too vast. Existence merely was. Nothing there. Things began to coalesce as if moving under her feet, like a ripple forming back into a still lake where reflection could be found. Whiteness around, the tang of sterility on the air, no anything made concrete. Thoughts crept through, senseless murmurs at a heightened pitch. Definitely Cain's voice.

Where are we going? Not there. Not there. Let's not. Not there, okay?