Geralt wheels to face Ciri. "Get us out of here," he tells her, but she shakes her head, panic biting at her heart.

"They'll know where we've gone," she says, her voice shaking. "They'll know how to find me!" The inn, perhaps -- or another world -- her thoughts tumble over one another in a rush.

"They already do." Geralt reaches out to take her by the shoulders, and she looks up at him, feeling as helpless as she once had as a young girl, when visions of the knight in black with his winged helmet haunted her ever dream. "Ciri. Take us home."