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Claire tightened her grip on Keltie’s hand.
The white vortex seemed to beckon them.
“Let’s jump,” Claire said. “One jump and we’ll back to safety. Back home. And we’ll go out for a drink and it'll be wonderful.”
Keltie stared at the vortex, wishing that she could take Claire home with her.
If they jumped, it might be her only chance.
And then she heard something.
Zzzt! Zzzt!
Screams.
Keltie backed away.
“Were those coil shots?” she asked.
Before Keltie could say anything else, Claire grabbed her, closing both hands tightly around her throat.
