"It was awful, Malou." Fallon assumed all near death experiences were awful, but having none other to compare it to she couldn't elaborate much there. "One minute, I'm consoling Lachlan in the Leaky Cauldron, and the next ... the next we were standing in a bloody barren wasteland." The hysteria was slowly making its way into her voice as the reality further sunk in.

For weeks, she had steadily avoided thinking anything of it, focusing instead on JP and Lachlan and the drama there. Fallon drank some of her coffee, unsure of what to do or say. How could Malou understand? How could anyone but Lachlan understand? "We ate a fucking polar bear. Did you know they're massive?"