She'd passed through the door with her hands on the handles of her mother's chair; she could see the bar in front of them, a brief glance through the door; as the door blows open and she staggers through, her arms are still out in front of her. Which is good, as she immediately stumbles and falls to the floor.

She can hear the blood thundering in her ears, and the horrible blackness that enveloped her for an eternal moment is still vivid in her mind, if not before her eyes.


She's trying not to panic but it was big--and black--and not empty.