I fall back on the bed, the crystal falling out of my hand.
"How cruel." I say to myself, as I brush the hair out of my face. I don't know how I was seeing the things that I saw but I knew that I needed to see them again.
I scrambled on the bed, searching for the clear crystal, and it laid on my pillow, still glowing dimly. My desire to see Quill was overpowering any other sense I had, and I grabbed the smooth crystal back into my palm, my body being pulled back in again-
-the trees move around as if in warning. Fires are erupting everywhere; there's a horrible screeching noise that makes me feel like my ears are going to burst from the sound of it.
Something flies overhead, and I duck down, as if it's going to snatch me out of the sky, and fly me away.
A gathering of howls catches my attention, and I run in that direction, branches and leaves going through me.
