….A hole in the sky tears open and a hand larger than ten stories reaches blindly out and grips the side of the tear.

Dwayne shelters himself from the gale force winds with a trembling arm and looks over to Claire with desperate eyes.

“WE HAVE TO HURRY!” he screams. “WE HAVE TO BE AS FAR AWAY FROM HERE AS WE CAN, BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE!”

“IT IS TOO LATE!” she screams back. “CAN’T YOU SEE HE’S ALMOST HERE!”

Dwayne looks up into the sky, then back down to her, his face washed of colour. “WE STILL HAVE TIME! WE CAN STILL SAVE OURSELVES IF NOTHING ELSE!”

“I ALWAYS SUSPECTED YOU TO BE A FOOL, BUT I NEVER EXPECTED YOU TO BE BLIND AS WELL! HE IS HERE, TIME IS NO LONGER OURS TO BE COUNTED!” she cries as the air cracks around them with thunder and lightning while another hand makes its way out of the fissure in space and time, then grips the other side of the tear and begins to force it open wider….