Darkness

As they step into the Gate, it's still light enough to see the still clean boots in front of her. The slippers on her feet have become caked in mud and the hem of the dress is just a little too long. Asmodean has a shield over himself from the rain, but she hadn't thought that far ahead. Her dress is no match for the elements, and linked as she is, she can't concentrate enough to not feel the cold.

She tries not to shiver as they cross the threshold, but then she feels nothing at all. Darkness surrounds them and she has to reach out to touch his arm to make sure that she's still alive.

Through the link she feels a sense of accomplishment and a vague underlying sense of fear. But it's hard to get over the panic rising in her, darkness reminding her of many things - none of them good.

She looks down, seeing a silvery platform that gives off no light, but it's something beyond the unrelenting black.

It's almost a relief to feel his hand on her shoulder - a reminder that she's still awake - and she wishes that this trip will be over soon. She knows they're travelling a long distance, and although he is next to her, she's not sure that she's ever felt more alone.