Reynar heaved himself up, unable to look away from what ever had just occurred before him. It seemed altogether beautiful, tragic, yet immensely hopeful. He'd never seen anything like it. It was almost perfect, and much closer than he'd ever gotten. His eye flicked back to the man as his shoulders rose and fell heavily with each breath, gaping, unblinking. Finally everything washed over him at once and he couldn't contain it, "What," he started barely louder that a whisper, "What was that?" his said a bit louder. "What happened? Who are you? What was that thing? And why...WHY am I, is THIS lucky?" He'd inched closer to the man, looking him in his all-too-calm face. He couldn't handle it, the thought of death, and monsters, and whatever this world had hidden from him all his short life. He looked to the man for answers that he knew the man had.

Then something dawned on him: If he was dead, "Where is she?"