Rumble. Rumble. The girl beside me shrieks something, but it's drowned out by the quaking mountain. I don't need to hear what she said though. The word's echoing off the wall of my cranium. Rock slide. I yell something about running, but it's already to late. The stones come tumbling down on our heads. There's dust everywhere. The last thing I see is blood and dust settling on her silver hair. ... Black. "You failed me, Andrew. Do it again."