Saturday yells when the helmet takes her. She can't help it. It's cold, the kind of cold that burns right down to the bone. When she catches her breath, the void is around her, above her, below her. Everywhere. She feels - nothing, none of the ripples of the worldweb and the creatures moving through it. Dead -

For a moment she thinks she might be, and has to choke back a scream. Then she orients herself, and sees the inferno, the hound in the inferno.

Aw, shit

"Guts!" she cries out, into the black. "Guts! I'm here! Where are you! Guts!"