[ Once he's out of the grave, Gansey tries to compose himself. This task is far from easy; he's already worried that Adam might have heard him shouting, and is trying to work out how long ago he cut that off. He lifts his hands to brush soil content out of his hair, and then realizes they're bleeding too much to make that worthwhile.

He wishes his heart would stop racing. Quickly, he shakes his head. ]

I don't know. I don't remember anything about it, I thought I was dreaming. But you're here, and...

Jesus, look at this place.

[ It's a city. Or something like a city, anyway, but not one unlike anything Gansey has ever seen before. Enormous columnar spires jut out from the ground, reaching towards a sky that doesn't even look like a sky. The realisation that it's the same color as the stone he's standing on makes Gansey's heart rate spike again. He looks back at Adam, expression disbelieving. ]

Adam, where are we? How did you know I was there?