Myla was running, her bare feet slapping against endless ground. She was trying to reach Hayden who was far ahead of her, his chair sinking into the earth as though it had turned to quicksand. He wasn’t panicking or calling out for help, he just silently stared at her, his hazel eyes locked on hers as the ground devoured him.

“Hayden!” She screamed in panic. She pushed harder, arms pumping, calves burning trying to reach him but no matter how hard she tried, the space between them never ...