Fran had felt uneasy. She had been watching the pink haze painting the sky with silent worry. She couldn't shake the strange sense of déjà vu that she had been feeling.

Even so, the blinding light had taken her by surprise, and as the light faded and the world returned; she very quickly realised that this was not the Strahl, not was it any place she recognised.

Her ears twitched at the yelling, and it didn't take her long to find the source of the voice. "I am, wherever here may be."