Nightfall after the madhouse (with apologies to Issac Asimov)

It has now been three days in bedlam. Ia teeters on the brink of insanity.

M, meanwhile, seems to have lost it a long time ago. He does not even try to raise a thought against the insanity.

The high beings come to take Ia. She is suddenly enclosed by an unseen barrier; a dark envelope in which the world outside is just a dim memory. She feels rumbling from without; it become stronger; a sensation of movement. For Ia, it is a nightmare, and the screams she hears chill her heart. She imagines she can hear M's screams, gut wrenching cries of one staring into the infinite darkness of eternal sleep.

She feels her blood drain away, and an insane panic creeps into her. As she desperately tries to search for a way out of the madness, the heavens open.

All is well. Ia is home, so is M.