As the tongues of sulfurous heat whip around her, Viola is certain that she is going to die. That El is going to die and she'll live it through his eyes. It's an indescribable sensation, knowing both the future and the past.

But then suddenly she's back in the Paw Paw bowling alley basement, half-expecting to be wrapped up in vines and dragged into the chasm. No. That was a different time, when she was just a naive girl trying to understand. Still, she can't shake the feeling that they are not safe here. Even with everything frozen. Even with radiant Pocket at their side.

"He loves her," Viola says quietly, "El was thinking of Pocket in this moment, not the vortex."