“Love is a powerful bond. If it is snatched away by something evil then the resulting madness can be tossed in one of two directions.” Jeremiah Delalande, Book of The Exorcist.
“There are other words than these.” So said Jake as he fell after the Gunslinger let go of him in his chase for the magician Walter. King spoke true. There are many worlds stacked above each other.
The Black watched on as, through the debris of ancient battle, the Smith walked between life and death. Two worlds, two paths; one outcome.
In a body that is failing, a mind wanders two realities. Divided, dying in one and hunted in another. It was never supposed to be this way.
Wayland, having fallen from the path as a unseen force blinked his inamorata out of existence, wakes in a world where life is no longer quite the same.
When the sun sets before nightfall and mist flows like blood, it’s too late to run.