She knows what he's going to do before the final blow is made. She struggles against the remaining shackle with urgency. He can't destroy it. Not now. There are things to do there still! She looks up at the last possible second, crying out before the final slash through the ground is made.

"NO!"

The force from the closing portal flips her over her still-shackled wrist, throws her against the ground hard enough to knock the wind from her again. Her face is scratched by flying bits of stone. As the ground rumbles and quakes, the shackle holding her to the ground is broken apart, allowing Amelia free to look up and take in the damage.

Her heart sinks.

For a moment, she's certain she's dead. This is worse than any of the dozens of terrifying nightmares she's experienced in the last year and a half. The afterlife will contain such things for her, but life?. Surely, this must be that kind of dream. It has to be, because she's not done yet. She carefully crawls forward and recovers her stolen hair pin before sitting back on her knees, staring at it through tear-filled eyes.

Her family, her friends, her city, her world...

Nathan...

All.. gone, before she could say goodbye...

What little semblance of composure she might have had is gone as she collapses to the ground, her whole body shaking with loud, heart-wrenching sobs.

All the best made plans... and for what?