A commotion at the entrance made everyone turn. Marcus was dragging a young woman, fighting against his grip.

"Let me go!" she screamed. "I want to go back! Let me go!"

"Thelma," Marcus said grimly. "We have a problem. She's not the only one. Hundreds of people are trying to reach the void. They want to enter it willingly."

I stared at the woman. She was maybe twenty, with hollow eyes and tear-stained cheeks. "Why?"

"My family's gone," she sobbed. "My parents, my little brother, my friends. Everyone I ever loved lived in Seattle. And now Seattle's gone. And I don't even remember their faces clearly anymore. The void is...