The light faded, Connor awoke. The sun was rising behind him, and the pond was sparkling. Conor slumped up. Sunrise? He'd been lying here for hours! He remembered Twilight so clearly, her radiance. And he remembered his friends. He forgot his parents, who were worried sick. Conor took a long, sweeping look around, but Evan was nowhere in sight. Conor could see his footprints. A trapdoor. "Conor" he coughed, harshly. "Conor, you can't be here" "Shut up, you idiot" "No!" he gasped, and spat blood. "You can't....you'r not...run" "Yeah. You're the one who's covered in bloody bruises. You need me"