Pita fell into her body from an impossible height. Down, down into darkness. When she opened her eyes, the laboratory was in utter darkness, except for a tiny red eye that stared at her. Then the portacam’s autolight came on, washing Pita with a beam of light. She threw up her arm to shield her eyes—and saw that her skin was whole. Healed. The pale pink scar of the spirit’s burn had utterly vanished.