The star glows hotter, but before its power unleashes, Frank grabs my wrist and presses the star against my chest. “Frank, what—” “Take care of them.” A light blinds us, and my chest is set ablaze. The ceiling finally snaps, and the wood and debris crash down. I fall to my knees, cradling my burning chest and crying out. Then I feel Frank’s heavy body crash on top of me, and there’s nothing at all. Only darkness.
