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Into dreams, into sleep, into darkness. The black hole swallows me up and I am on fire, writhing in pain.
Wait.
I'm not in pain. I look down at my arms, billowing flames. I tentatively touch what is left of my charred jacket. Nothing. I know now that I am dreaming. Wake up, I think. Wake up!
Suddenly, a bright light appears in front of me and a ringing noise fills my head. I shake my head, clearing the light away, and try to move. I step forward. I'm in a room with dark stone walls and a glass floor. Down below me I can make out a boy and a woman standing next to what appears to be a coffin. Newt and Rosie! I press my body close to the glass, trying to get a better view. It is definitely a coffin. My coffin.
Meanwhile
Newt stands outside Ivy's door, his mind filled with the things he can't say. But he wants to. He needs to. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself, and opens the door cautiously. He breathes a sigh of equal disappointment and relief. She's asleep. He is struck with a wild notion. He sits down next to her sleeping body and watches her. An obstinate hair lies on her face, moving up and down with her breaths. He brushes it out of her eyes, and trails his hand down her cheek in thought. He sits there, marveling at how beautiful she is for a while. Just until she wakes up, he thinks. Then I'll tell her. I will tell her then.
