For a split second he wonders if it’s a dream. Then blinding hot pain rips though him, reminding him that this is very real indeed. He sinks to the floor waiting for everything to fade to black, waiting for the end; not expecting the images that flood his mind…

He can't concentrate; he can't keep his mind off of the memories that have come flooding back. He remembers everything and each image is as fresh as the next. There's no distinction between them. Everything that has happened throughout his life feels as if it all happened yesterday – and in a way, with the end of the spell, it did.