It would have been peaceful if it didn’t feel like I were drowning. The bubbles filtering up around me from the deep purple gel looked like a nebula and the viscous liquid made it feel like I was back in the womb. It would have been beautiful if my lungs weren’t on fire. The panic would set-in in a few seconds. No matter how many times I fell through a threshold I could never convince my brain that we would be okay. It was only forty-five seconds to a new world. Such a short time to be caught in between, but it was an eternity in the void. An eternity in which I could dream about her in the moments that my mind wasn’t screaming.