The inner world Sarah had drawn her bretheren into shook. It was as if they stood on a long endless highway together,stretching into the horizon in every direction. They stood together at the cross road: Sarah's pale, whispy inner self, the self she had created to be with her lover, the shaking anemic test subject of Rake's true form, The tall, gentlemanly, suited irishman of Victor and the scared, shivering child of Jeff's inner self. One at every turn: Sarah to the frozen north, Victor- the embering south, Jeff- The forgotten west, And Rake-the decaying east. Together they could see through Sarah's enhanced senses, a bright light on the southern horizon, showing through the trees of Victor's forest that inhabited the southern horizon of Sarah's world. It shined so brightly it burnt against their skin and tried to blind them. A light filled with anger and resentment. The light of a vendetta against the darkness that permeated them. It forced the fog of the forest away with its wretched brilliance.<br/><br/>With the sight slowly came a sound, rumbling beneath them before striking the air and their senses, a harolding trumpet, its siren pouring spouts of light through the fog of their world. Something was coming. Something with a burning light that was seeking them out. Victor shook. "The executioner....he comes..." He whispered softly, his eyes swiftly moving to Sarah in a moment of fear, not for himself but for her, his first love. He would not let the Krailey clan have her head as they so violently saught to have his. The remnant of his world shown to her filling with a raging storm.<br/><br/>Jeff watched his elder brother grow afraid and angry, his young inner self wandering to his side and reaching up to hold his hand, the dark shadow of Jeff's shoulder doing the same. Rake  wandered to his side, his steps wobbling in the weakness of his tortured body as he rested into his tall shoulder but took a strong, determined grasp of his arm. He would protect his younger siblings.