[POV: Sofia Lanka]

"Get the defibrillator kit from the floor panel, Zara! Don’t look at the sky, look at me! Mason, hold your father’s hand. Stay back, Beatrice—stay back, you’re still humming, your frequency is too high! If you touch him again while you're like this, you’ll cook what’s left of his nervous system!"

Sofia’s voice sliced through the chaotic vibration of the falling transport like a jagged blade. She was on her knees, her fingers frantically ripping open Lyon’s linen shirt, scattering buttons across the vibrating metal floor. The violet glow of the rift outside was bleeding through the cracked cockpit glass, illuminating the terrifying stillness of Lyon’s chest....