So when you die the last thing you lose is the power to hear…
Jane. Jane. The man"s voice was calling her frantically from an indeterminate distance. It sounded as though she listened through water. Everything hurt. Pain was everywhere but nowhere. His voice betrayed emotional pain as he fought to wake her, to pull her back to him. He was next to her, holding her, above her, all around her. Yet he was far away.
Jem. Jemima, can you hear me? Jem, please be alright. Jem. A woman"s voice now. One she knew like her own. It drew her through the watery consciousness, getting closer with each word. It called a name she knew was hers. A hand reached to touch her face.
But then the man"s voice called to her again.
Oh please God, please. Come back to me Jane, please, open your eyes. Wake up Suns
