Kanin lowered his hand away from her. There was sorrow in his eyes. He stood frozen in place as his eyes turned black. With a deliberate and slow motion he raised his hand, and begin to whisper in a foreign tongue. Jane shivered. She closed her eyes not sure what he was going to do. Little pants escaped her mouth. She jolted at the slightest touch of his thumb on the skin between her eyes. He whispered long, airy words. Soon Jane felt relaxed. She breathed deeply. She was no longer sad or worried. The claustrophobia she felt before was draining. The last thing she felt was him lift her off the ground before the blackness hit.