Grant’s perspective:

I want to charge through the fire and set my friends free. I want to tear the whole compound down, brick by brick. But in my dream, I am stuck, watching through the fire. I am powerless to do anything but watch. I am encumbered by the weight of the trance.

From my left, I see Terrance and Robert walk up to my friends and look them up and down, laughing. Behind me, I hear a dozen voices, male and female, laugh with them. I try to turn and look ...