Colours swirled around Jess, forming ever changing patterns. They buffeted him. They tugged him first one way then another. Sounds crashed over him, squalls of piercing tones and deep rumbles which vibrated him to his core. He struggled against it all, trying to prevent the assault tearing him apart.
That was all he could do. He couldn’t fight back. He couldn’t get away. All he could do was hang on from moment to moment. He was already growing tired. He couldn’t do this much longer.
The pressure suddenly died off. A bubble of tranquillity surrounded Jess. The swirling storm continued unabated, but for the moment it couldn’t reach him. He sensed a familiar presence within the bubble. The Wanderer. It was shielding him, giving him the chance to find his feet.
Jess gratefully
