If I really
concentrated, I found I could get the world to stop spinning around
me. I still couldn't focus properly, but the waves of nausea were
beginning to subside. I could just about make out the shape of my
wife, doubled over and coughing furiously, but I felt relieved just
to see her there. I wanted to reach out and touch her arm, just to
connect with her somehow, but my limbs were like jelly so for the
time being I had to be satisfied with knowing she was okay.
“Raven is just fine,”
Raven said behind me, “What are you implying?”
“Not implying, merely
inquiring,” the other voice replied. I tried to turn to look at
the speaker, gulping down a deep breath to counter the terrible
stomach churning sensations that came with the movement. I couldn't
make out much: a vaguely familiar figure with something in its'
hands, standing in front of a silverish wall that was reaching out to
grab him.
