"Ezri! Please don't go!" A voice pleaded, I knew the voice, but I couldn't place it? Was I dying? I couldn't feel anything, and though my eyes were open, I saw nothing. "Come, Dearest." A voice I knew all too well flooded my head, as a man appeared in my darkness, a white light formed behind him. "You belong here...You promised." "I did promise, didn't I?" His firm grip burned my ghostly hand, but he didn't let go as he began to drag me into the cold, forbidding light. How did it come to this?