Dustin places his hand on Alex’s cheek and opens up his senses. And Alex feels like a dead battery, all of her energy has been sucked away. There’s only an impression of the person she once was. Dustin pushes harder, trying to see more, and a vision hits him so violently, he’s not surprised to find himself on his knees when he opens his eyes, with a concerned Ronan leaning over him.
“I’m okay,” Dustin says, even as he feels blood dripping from his nose.
Ronan helps him to his feet. Liza tells Jamie to get a chair, and Dustin finds himself sitting down, his nose being pinched by Liza as he’s made to lean forward, tissue catching the blood.
“Did you see something?” Jamie asks, clearly impatient for news.
“Give him a moment,” Liza says sharply, and she kindly and carefully cleans Dustin’s
