Within
intervals Daryll was laying flat on his chest with little ability to breathe,
much less move. Then as quickly as it had all started, it seemed to stop. He
should have expected it but he didn't. As far as Daryll was concerned, the
Ecrips had surrounded him in order to prevent his escape. But oddly, one
of them stood atop his back. He was already out of breath but now it was
really tough to breathe. As he gained his bearings, he realized they were
standing around him in a circle with arms linked and suddenly the P.T.D.
appeared. As it was deftly placed on his back, he made one last struggle to free
himself.
Daryll
couldn't put his finger on exactly what happened next. He had the vague
realization that he was being transported but both as to where or for what
reason were a mystery to him. Something was placed over his face
mid-transport and he tried not to breathe, which was a brilliant plan.
Eventually he had passed out. Whether from lack of oxygen or inhaling the
substance placed over his mouth and nose, he could not be sure. That is when his
memory failed him.
