Ethie. I knew that voice whispering in my ear, right? No, not audible, but a direct link to my mind, her low tone meant to what? Keep me from being startled? I tried to shake off the lethargy lingering, heard myself groan. Ethie, wake up.

What happened? I whispered back to Leah, feeling muddy and disoriented, like someone had stirred my brain with a stick and waited for it to reform again. Where are we?

I don't know, she sent, but wherever it is, we're not ...