After the masquerade: The prison Healer

She was screaming.
Falling.
He had to catch her, but her couldn't move. He had to catch her.
No. No!
She was walking into the crematorium, pale and trembling. He was too far away to offer words of comfort, too far away to place a gentle hand on her shoulder. At least she had the amulet, which he was sure would work.
Smoke started rising.
Ten minutes past.
She didn't come out.
Then, with a gasp, he awoke.