She cries out when Pocket disappears, stretches out a useless hand. The word explodes around her. And then there’s a gasp of rest, and she’s standing. She’s standing, but Pocket is gone, along with so many others. Audrey clasps a hand over her mouth, feeling with the other into her hair as a first impulse. The pendant is still there. So that’s a start. She’s dressed in a soft green dress, comfortable brown boots that she meant to be kind of Jurassic Park but may end up useful after all. She looks around for someone. Anyone. It’s time to cut down a tree.