You screamed, but not only because of the pain, but for the baby. It was too young in the pregnancy to form limbs yet, let alone survive fire. The skin from your fingers revealed your bones as they melted off. You screamed again. You couldn't see Zane. You tried to run, but the flames followed you.
Then just as soon as it arrived, it disappeared. You checked your hands, they were fine. Every body part was fine. You stood up, wobbling at first. You steadied yourself, and took in your surroundings. It was a nether rack room, for sure. There was two or three red stone torches to light the large room. Other than that, it was dark. It was an illusion.. just like last time. You shivered. Then, you thought how far you've come. You had so many losses, in the matter of months... It was stunning.. "Zane? ..." Silence "Aaron??" Another deadly silence. "Where are you?"You whispered.
You wandered around the room, searching for a door. There was none. Just a convenient hole on the floor that was pitch black. You threw a pebble down, but you didn't hear it touch the ground.
You sigh, What other choice do I have? You shut your eyes tightly. You balled your fists. Not only were you risking your life, but Zane's and your child's. You took a deep breath that could possibly be your last and, jumped.

You screamed. It seemed like forever until you splashed into a tiny fountain. It hurt, and probably left some bruises, but there was nothing internal.
You stood in the fountain for a while, praying to Irene for the baby to be safe. Irene didn't respond, of course, because there was no way how. After your powers were taken, you lost the special communication bond. On the bright side, she couldn't read your thoughts.
You got out of the fountain dripping wet.
The new room you were in was just like a normal home. with a table holding a little candle in the middle. There was a fire place, but it wasn't lit. There was a line of cabinets along the wall behind you. There was a small rusty refrigerator and a stove. There was a stack of dirty dishes piled next to the sink, which you noticed, was the fountain that transformed. Besides those sets of furniture, the house was empty. There were doorways with no doors leading to bedrooms. You scavenged around. All of it looked familiar, but you couldn't lay your finger on it.
    The last bedroom in the skinny hallway had a door with pictures, drawings of angels and flowers and butterflies. On the bottom of each paper they were signed, '(y/n)' scribbled in crayon or colored pencils.
   You gasped. This is my home... But. How? You opened the door to your room. You had to use both hands to get it open, it was stuck by something on the other side. While trying to get it open, you heard a small and faint whimper. And it was yours, but not yours.