<strong>Mary Nash dream sequence - previously</strong><br/><br/>"It's not fair," the man said once more, sympathetic and deeply concerned for her pain.  "Where I'm from, we don't have any of this, no death, no sorrow, no torment of broken bodies."  Without looking, other than the voice, there was absolutely no sense of a person behind her.  Yet it was impossible to shake the feeling of being watched.   "There's only so much I can do, but I'm nothing like Balariel.  I know how much he frightened you, and I'm sorry for that."<br/><br/>From up above, the stars seemed to be staring down, judging her and her companion.  Ignoring them, he continued to talk.  "I want to help you.  I want to take that pain, that death away.  I know you're scared, and I know that they don't like my plans."  She felt, more than saw, the hand gesture up towards the sky towards the many watching stars.  "But if you'll join me, you'll never grow old, never be frightened of the darkness, and finally understand what seems so incomprehensible."<br/><br/>He sounded so sad, like he only wanted to help, and didn't really understand why some people were so frightened.  "All you have to do is take my hand."