Bent through impossible angles and cast across a gulf that could not be traversed by any mortal in a million years, he flew. His screams warped, his body tortured by deathly cold, he fought a viscous struggle with the demon that had seized his arm. As he and Harper tumbled and clawed at one another, lights screamed overhead. Stars, entire worlds complete with landmasses and oceans and clouds, glorious nebulae light-years across. Great multitudes passing in cascades so great they blurred into one continuous stream, all the while turning, rending. “Stop it, stop it, take me back, let me go!” Jack heard the voice only on the periphery of his perception. It took a moment to recognise that it was his own, the mindless bawling of a lost child. The fireflies in the night whipped by only faster, a screeching hail of cosmic enormity so great that his mind simply gave up, ceased counting or even seeing.
