Jared inhaled the flowers deeply. This was helping. She steeled himself for the next part of the tunnel as he passed through the next zone. The lack of sensation was almost done. He tried to remember what section this was. He picture the map in his head. Sight. He should be headed into sight. He worried about what he was going to see.<br/><br/>A figure appeared in the front left of the wagon. It was his sister-in-law Claire. She was stumbling and swaying as she walked. As the wagon approached, she turned to look at him. She was bloody and bruised. The baby she held in her arms was silent and still. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. Jared frowned.<br/><br/>Suddenly, she burst into flames. Jared watched in horror as she stood there screaming silently and blackened. The baby was reduce to a lump of coal. Jared eyes filled with tears. He closed his eyes as hard as he could, the tears streaming down his face. He vowed not to open his eyes until after this part was done.<br/><br/>He felt the familiar feel of the border area before he opened them. Rubbing his eyes, he took a deep breath. It took a few seconds before he noticed. He smacked his lips. There was dry, powdery taste in his mouth. He knew this taste. His eyes widen. Ashe! He was tasting ash! His eyes overflowed again. This was his sister-in-law and niece that he was tasting. He tried to take a drink of his coffee to rinse it but it didn't work. Even the sweat and tears were better that the ash. He sobbed his way through to the next sense. At least this is the last one.<br/><br/>After the sensation started returning, he noticed that he was feeling warm. He was pouring sweat. He fanned the front of his shirt. A burning sensation started at the tips of his fingers. It quickly escalated to severe pain. It felt as though his hands had burst into flame. He let out a blood-curdling scream. The burned traveled up his arms to the rest of his body, He threw himself down onto the wagon bench and flailed. He managed to dump what was left of his coffee all over himself. Nothing helped.<br/><br/>This pain went on for what seemed like forever. The glorious lack of sensation started. His screaming stopped, leaving his throat hoarse. He simply lay there breathing heavily. The entirety of his senses returned. He was hearing birds now. And there was light. The tunnel was ending. Oh, thank God. He was so happy. He sat up and looked around. The fields and woods were just gorgeous. Damn that tunnel! He relaxed. Dragonopia!