A/N It will still be Fitz's POV for a while (yay!). But just until they (maybe) find Sophie. 😉

Images of Sophie swam in and out of his mind. Good, and bad. Good, when she blushed, or smiled. Bad, when he was yelling at her, her eyes full of hurt and betrayal. Or when she was half faded, and he was yelling her name over and over again. All of those memories hurt his mind and heart, when he remembered what has happened to her and what he actually saw happen to her. He saw another image of her, an image with her face full of fear. She shouted his name over and over, Fitz? Fitz! Are you there? Please, Fitz! Wake up! Fitz was confused for a moment. Wake up? What is that supposed to mean? "Fitz, wake up!" This time it wasn't Sophie's voice. It was a different voice. Still a girl's, but higher pitch and a mix of his accent and a kind of musical voice. A light bulb went on in his head and he said, " Biana?" Biana gasped, "Yes! Elwin, he's awake and he knows who I am." Fitz still couldn't open his eyes. "Fitz, would you please open your eyes please? I need to look at your eyes." He said.

With as much strength as he could handle, he opened his eyes. Biana gasped and fainted. Elwin looked very worried and nearly dropped his spectacles. "I-I think we have a problem."