Douglas reached out into the light as it came up from the crack in the stone.  The light was growing brighter and brighter.  It felt warm and inviting.  He climbed up onto the split altar and stepped tentatively into the light, unsure why he was doing so.  As he did so, he had the sensation of falling, as if he were on a carnival swinging boat.  Seconds later, he was falling through space.  Stars and planets whipped by him, and then galaxies.<br/><br/>Finally, he felt himself slowing down, and stopping.  He became aware of the light again, and the ground he lay on.  It felt hard like the stone altar, but nothing else was the same.  He found himself in an ancient stone temple, laying on the edge of the light, looking up at strangers.   "What, who..."  This was not possible.  There was a roof overhead, where until a moment ago the rain had fallen.  He simply lay still for a moment, trying to take in what had happened.  Was this one of his dreams?  He had seen this temple before, and these faces looked somehow familiar.  The dreams had grown stranger after all.<br/><br/>Sitting up painfully, he looked around.  "Somehow, I don't think I'm in Scotland any more."