The Threshold spat them out like a stone from a slingshot.
Michael stumbled forward, his knees buckling as his feet hit the familiar sand of the Pacific island. The world spun around him, the colors of the Andromeda Galaxy still burned into his retinas. He gasped for breath, his lungs struggling to process the thick, humid air of Earth.
Clarice was beside him, her hand still clasped in his, her face pale and her eyes wide. She was trembling, her body struggling to adjust to the sudden shift in reality. "That was... that was incredible," she whispered. "And terrifying."
Michael pulled her close, holding her against him. "We're back. We're safe."
The rest of the team emerged behind them, one by one, their faces dazed and disoriented. Freddy was the last to stumble through, his face green
