Swiftcurrent Creek August slipped away into a moment in time.

He was certain he was numb--yet a nudge came to his cheek, and while he would try to open his eyes and respond to his name he found it far easier to succumb to the cloying darkness that pulled him, caressing him like a soft blanket as it enveloped him.

He let himself be pulled to the darkness for now--giving in to the way his body demanded rest, and so for now, the voices were barely registered in his mind. All he knew was the need to sleep. As if he could fall back into the dream where Ibis was standing before him once more. He had so many questions.

Questions that could never be answered.