Kael threw himself into the crack between worlds before anyone could stop him.
The last thing he heard was Marcus screaming his name. Then everything went silent and dark.
He fell through emptiness for what felt like hours. His body twisted and turned like he was tumbling down an invisible hill. When he finally landed, he hit something soft but cold.
Snow. But not normal snow. This snow was made of forgotten thoughts and lost dreams.
"Emma!" he called out, getting to his feet. "Emma, where are you?"
His voice echoed strangely here. Instead of hearing his words, he heard memories of all the times he'd called her name. When she was learning to walk. When she fell off her bike. When monsters under her bed scared her.
"Dad?"
Kael spun around. Emma stood twenty feet away, but she looked confused and distant. Her silver glow was dim, like a dying flashlight.
"Emma, thank goodness. I came to bring you home."
