The suction is starting to ease. Rose reaches for the lever whilst trying to maintain her grip on the clamp, but it is just slightly too far away. She strains to reach it, eventually falling onto it. I watch, full of dread. Rose whimpers as she struggles with the lever. “I've gotta get it upright!” She’s so desperate and determined, almost as brave as me. Rose pushes the lever upwards, groaning with the effort. Finally, she manages to push the lever upright. I look on, feeling as helpless as ever. “Online and locked.” The suction increases once more. But now, Rose has nothing to hold on to but the lever. “Rose, hold on!” I urge her, shouting in desperation. But the Void is pulling at her, making it near impossible for her to keep her grip. She winces and cries out with the effort. It shatters both my hearts. “HOLD ON!” Rose moans, her strength almost spent — I stare at her in absolute terror, horribly powerless, reaching out to her in vain. With one last cry, Rose's grip finally slips. She is pulled inexorably towards the Void, crying out. I scream her name as she is pulled away from me, into a pit of hell. Pete appears the moment before she reaches the breach and she falls into his arms. Rose has time only to glance over her shoulder at me before she and Pete vanish. I stare at the place where they disappeared, breathing very heavily. The breach closes itself. The wind dies down, leaving the place silent. | ||||
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