When Mac came to, she was stretched out on the ground, stunned and aching. After a quiet moan, she grumbled the best curse word she could muster. She lay still, afraid that if she moved, something might snap. Ciarán might have warned her about the lightning-like power that would course through her body as she crossed into the past. She had somehow formed the impression that it would be like stepping on and off an escalator. Right.
There she lay on the ground, not quite ready to move, and she opened her eyes. Light shone into the cave. A stab of panic shot through her as she looked around for wild Scotsmen on the attack, but she was alone. Still trembling from the force of the power that had gone through her minutes before, she took care getting up. Once upright, she determined that nothin
