Jayson's P.O.V
"Felicia." I gasp as I shoot up from my position on the floor.
I look around the space I'm in fearfully. I find the inside of a large house, bigger than any I'd ever seen before and two other people standing opposite me. A young woman who was staring at me with fretful eyes and the other a man who looked all too familiar.
Memories begin to flash before my eyes like a forgotten film I was only now rewatching. Memories which filled in the holes, that was Katerina, a witch I'd met a few times and she was … dear Goddess … she was F-Felicia.
My Felicia.
Before I could go to her, more echoes of the past began to flood my mind. Images and images rushing before me; glimpses of Felicia and I eating around a fire in a darkened cave, others of us swimming together in a plunge pool beneath a waterfall, some of my parents, hugging Alison and I in our hut and others … others of me in spaces filled with nothing but blood and death and destruction all around me.