"I don't know. I can't see the other side--" Kenzie wails again, the memory begin to shift away, twisting from the urban darkness into dappled sunlight amid the Rocky Mountains. Evergreen sways sway gently in a breeze and mournful wolves howl their sorrow for the loss of warriors. Mackenzie is there but cannot bring herself to join the song. The hurt is too great.

"I don't think I can make it to the other side, Stacia."