No, she frowned at the color and blinked several times, recognition seeping through her sluggish brain at the speed of a turtle. A ceiling, she decided. A very unfamiliar ceiling. Where in the hell was she and how did she get here, wherever here was? A white cloud moved into her range of vision, and two almond-shaped eyes stared down at her. She blinked several times, but Salt never wavered so she concluded he was indeed real and very much with her. Relief tightened something in her chest at the thought he had not deserted her as she feared he might. Geeze, Wen, do you think I’m that flaky? I should be very hurt by that, but since I’m such an understanding and patient familiar I will let it pass. Thanks, I think, Gwen sent back to Salt, the twinge of sarcasm coloring her words. So, you mind telling me what happened? Salt snorted, actually snorted at her! After you tried to off our rescuers— I didn’t try to off anyone, Gwen interrupted. “I was just going to…move them a few hundred miles away,”
