Spencer looked up, trying to understand William's sudden urgency, and then he shook his head and said, "Yes. Yes." He breathed in sharply, all of the smoke and heat and terror of that world and reached for the consciousness he knew was waiting, just around, just--
He reached out with his hand, too, and somebody unseen gripped it and tugged him up and out of the dream or nightmare or vision or whatever the goddamned thing was. He gasped and sat bolt upright, shaking, while a flitterbloom loosened its hold around his wrist, curling soothingly around his arm.
The candles had gone out; Spencer blinked around the dark room. "William?"