---Divina---  I wake with a start to banging on my bedroom door before it flies open, and a freaked-out Gloria comes rushing through.   “There you are! We have to leave in like thirty minutes if we are going to make our flight. We have been looking all over for you two. Why are you down here?” Gloria is talking a mile a minute and it takes me a moment to register what she is saying.   “Oh, crap! Warrick get up! We overslept!” I say, scrambling out of bed. Warrick grumble

---Greg---  I messed up. Shit! What was I thinking? I never should have taken that kiss as far as I did. I should have been more respectful of their bond. Fuck! What is wrong with me?! I haven’t been able to sleep so I am just pacing back and forth in the little hut that I have to myself, trying to figure out a way to fix this. Divina’s tears and the broken look on her face after I kissed her will haunt me for the rest of my life. I can already feel her pulling herself away from me. I’m going to lose her, and I never even had her to begin with. I just don’t want to lose my friend. Despite my growing feelings for her, I would rather have her as a friend than not at all.  

---Divina---  Oh, God. My head is pounding. I sit up and place my head in my hands trying to think through my disorientation. I gingerly look around me and as things come into focus, I realize with horror that I know this place. The markings etched onto the stone wall were all too familiar. I look around quickly to see if I can see the man that has been haunting me the past few weeks and quickly regret my sudden movement. The pounding in my head increases ten-fold and my vision darkens around the edges. I have to fight to remain conscious and focus on my breathing. I lay my head back against the wall and close my eyes. I am just so tired, and I can’t focus on anything for long. I fall back asleep, but I don’t know for how long before I am awoken by the cell door opening.

---Greg---  I feel helpless. I can’t get through to Divina through mind link to see if she is okay. It’s like she disappeared from the face of the earth. If Warrick wasn’t adamant that he can still feel her, I would think she was dead. The thought sickens me. I can’t imagine a world without her in it. We have been searching for something that would open this gap in the wall for thirty minutes without any luck. Warrick sits on the ground and leans his back against the wall. “FUCK!” he yells, and I can tell he is at his breaking point. His head drops to his chest before he slams it back against the wall pressing his fists against his forehead. I watch as his body starts to glow an orange color and flames start to dance across his skin. “Uh, Warrick. You are on fire man,” I say and take a couple steps back.

---Divina---  I pull away from Warrick and face the bars of our cell. There are several feet coming toward us from the sound of it.  My heart rate quickens and for the first time since I found myself here, I was truly afraid. What if we can’t get out of here? What if something happens to Warrick or Greg? A man that I had never seen before but looked familiar stepped in our line of sight. Warrick gasped and when I look at him, I suddenly knew why. The man standing before us was his father. The resemblance was uncanny except where his father was cold and closed off, Warrick was warm and open. “Dad? What the fuck? How are you here?” Warrick asks. His dad turns his cold eyes to him, and they widen. “Son. What have you done?” he asks. His voice low and deadly. “Me?! What have you done?” Warrick shoots ba