Gravity Rises (S3)

CW: Part Seventeen

JANUARY 27, 2013

It was finally time to go home.

The Symbols stood together in the Manor's plush sitting room. ("With actual places to sit," Pacifica said, glancing at Ford with a small smile.) The coffee table had been moved to have a big enough place for them to stand. They'd chosen this room, as opposed to a bigger area like the ballroom, to have some peace and quiet as they formed the Wheel. Andrew and Moira were there, but they sat quietly and let the Symbols do their thing.

Everyone was still tired. It was the third day after they had defeated Bill. The last two days had been busy with the plans and the broadcast and everything, but there had still been enough time for the Symbols to rest and feel a little better. So although they were still tired, they all agreed that they had enough energy to try the Wheel again. The Wheel's magic would be enough to get the township home, now that the Symbols had a little more strength.

They got into a circle. They all had some form of a smile on their faces — even Ford, who hadn't smiled since the battle three days ago. The anticipation of seeing the sun again was enough to make anyone happy.

The Symbols grasped hands. The colorful glow appeared.

They didn't have Bill to focus on anymore. But the idea of getting home — a positive idea — was much more inviting than the thought of the demon. The Symbols found it easy to merge their minds.

The Wheel blossomed into being.

Home, they thought. Home. The Wheel knew that their existence would end after this. They knew that this was the last part of their mission: to get the township back home. They weren't sad that they'd be gone. Their power wasn't meant to last forever, and they were okay with that, as long as they were able to finish everything they had to do.

They knew exactly how to get the township home. Their view zoomed out as they considered multiple dimensions and how to travel through them. It was immense power that they held. It allowed them to see outside the township, to see outside each universe.

They were shocked — and a little horrified — to discover just how close they were to Bill's dimension. Two dimensions: That's all that stood between the dimension the township was currently in and the dimension that had been its nightmarish destination. Bill's dark magic had taken them much further than they'd ever imagined. Out of thousands of dimensions they'd traveled, that was how close they'd gotten.

No more. No closer. The Wheel turned the township around and pointed it through the sea of dimensions toward home.

And they pushed.

Their power sent the township through the dimensions. They had a long way to go — a lot of energy was needed for the spell — but they could do it. Their minds brought up the image of a large sail atop the forest, which the Wheel blew on to send the township through the dimensional waters. It was a fun visual representation of their incomprehensible power. The Wheel liked it.

They blew. And blew. And blew.

Dimension after dimension. Gone in a flash. Someone standing outside in Gravity Rises would see the sky swapping stars multiple times a second. The Wheel kept blowing, never tiring, and the township kept sailing through the skies.

We should probably stop before we actually get to our dimension, they thought. We don't know what things are like there; we don't want to just reappear without checking first. After all, what if there are people in the crater? We'd bury them.

So the Wheel monitored the dimensions as they passed them. Soon they could sense the township's home dimension, far off in the distance. They watched it grow closer and closer, and slowed the township in preparation to stop.