No, no, no, this isn't right, as she gapes in terror at the light streaming around them, around this ship, pieces come flooding back to her, Manhattan, the dreams - this is not the Rush she knows, the Rush who went back into the place where they tried to break him because they were holding someone dear to her, this is someone he used to be, someone she barely even recognizes.

This happened, though. She knows the nature of these dreams, how deep into it he is, this is not just some fabrication. This happened. He did this, not to her, but to someone, probably all the people who vanished into that 'gate'.

"Where are we," she says, low and dangerous. "Where are we."