Into the Wind Gate The wind whistles through her hair cutting past her as it's drawn through the gate. Her hands grow numb in the icy blasts and she tucks the calendar page back into her pocket before it can be ripped from her by the wind. She struggles to her feet trying to shake the daze of unconsciousness from her mind. She knows she must have opened this gate for a reason, but cannot fathom how it could have drained her so much. Something is terribly wrong. The feeling of dread resonates deep within her and for a moment a voice in her head whispers "what if he got through the gate first?" But the thought is gone before she can grab hold of it and remember