"Oh really! Well, I guess we are so very fortunate that we already have the best UFO driver in the galaxy with us! Me! And I still have my license, in fact it's right..."

His voice trails off with a yelp when another tendril, instead of breaking through the door, shoots up from the ground right next to him. Ezekiel looks up, startled, his steps slowing to a stop. He can feel the sizzling energy so close by, so familiar and why is he running again? He can't run from this. He shouldn't run from this. It's wrong and selfish, the light needs him and those planets need him and it feels very empty in his head without the constant hum and connectedness and maybe he should just...

No, nonono, he can't, he can't, he can't.

"Stone!!"