Johnny grits his teeth when she fails to catch his hand - he's pretty sure he can't get any closer to her without tipping his weight over the brink, but he tries anyway, stretching his stupid little arm toward her, even as blinding blue light starts to seep through her cracks in her skin. What the hell?

When she tells him he'll be safe, he has only a moment to register what she's probably about to do, a moment to scream, "Wait, wh - no, no, don't!" before she drops herself down into the seething chasm.

"Goddamn - fuck!" He reels back, scrambling up to his knees, his palms scraping on the pavement. He looks around for a moment, panic bubbling up in his chest. What's he supposed to do now? Is she coming back? Is she dead? Was the you'll-be-safe thing supposed to be a promise or a thin reassurance?

He gets up on trembling legs, trying to prepare himself to run, when - what is-

Something is rising up out of the pit. Something huge. Bigger than the t-rex or the thing that tried to eat him. Oh, christ. Oh fuck.

"I'm gonna die," he says, only half aware of himself, babbling, his thoughts nearly incoherent. "Holy fuck. Oh my god. I'm literally going to die."

The beast stares seems to be staring down at him. Maybe he's too small for it. Maybe it won't care.

There's something familiar about it, though. Some kind of deep pit-of-the-stomach sense. Nameless and almost impossible to pinpoint.

He stares up at it, doubting it can hear him, or that it cares what he has to say.

"...Illyria?" he says, only half-hopeful. Even if it is her, he's pretty sure this is not a good thing.