A similar weightless feeling overtook his body as he blinked his eyes open. He'd seen the same meadow not long ago in a similar incident. Giving a sniff, he sat up and looked over the sea of flowers and sunlight. Darryl gave his hard a rub and he looked down at his abdomen. There was an open wound there, but it neither hurt nor bleed. He breathed out a sigh at the thought of seeing his mother again. Maybe this time she'd take him with her, to the place that she was in now. A figure striding through the flowers caught his attention and he squinted, trying to see who it could be. Darryl gasped as he saw Eleven and jumped to his feet, running and tripping through the meadow toward him. Maybe they'd both go to where his mom was. After all, why wouldn't they if they were both here?
















