Damon stared down at the blade in his gut before Lucy jerked it out and said something about sacrifices. He hit his knees as she apologized and ran off toward the shed as the winds began whipping wildly around him. He glanced over his shoulder and grimaced as he saw the approaching tornado. He let out a growl as he thrust himself to his feet and began to zip about disorientated toward the shed.
"Lucy!" He yelled as he pounded on the shed door. She blocked it with something or it had a heavy lock on the inside. She wasn't answering him and the winds were starting to tug at him and he felt anger boil up inside him and his fist went through the wood and grabbed hold of the board locking the door and let it drop before he kicked the door open with his boot.
"I'm not going to- to hurt you." He winced and fell slightly to the right against the wall. Lucy was heading toward him and he felt unprepared but at the last second she picked up the two by four and locked the door before she turned and looked at him. She still had her katana in her hand and he held one hand up in surrender. What she had said about the Dream Walker, she wasn't wrong.
"Something's happening." He gasped and put his hand to his chest. When he pulled his hand back it was like a giant sliver of light was pouring from his chest and his face was ashen. What was happening? He felt like he were dying or being torn in two. Damon fell to his knees and dropped forward on to his hands as he let out a strangled sound.
When he lifted his head it was like they were stuck in an old movie of their lives, their memories, flashing around so fast and so briefly that they only got a taste. Damon sat back on his heels and stared up at the wall with a blank stare as the boards of the shed began to rattle and threaten to disappear into the tornado over them. Then? Everything was black and quiet, he watched Lucy struggle in the darkness as he pulled his hand from his chest and the room filled the blinding white light.