Jazarah watched Ajit attempt to communicate through the alien machines. That he had come to understand them so quickly scared her, but it was far too late for that fear.
She turned to a wall and it became transparent. A snowy forest of alien trees rolled by, undulating with the strange movements of their conveyance. More machines traveled beside them. The sunlight was pale and cold. She shivered instinctively.
Suddenly the view filled with white light. Then darkness swallowed her and she was hurled forward.
Illumination returned. She stirred, aching. Ajit lay nearby, twisted unnaturally, his blank stare on her.