Ana tumbled through the portal and looked up to find herself back in Central Park. She noticed a few people standing close by staring at her. One of them – a hard looking thug with a bald head with tribal tattoos, dressed all in black – shouted at her in warning.
Ana looked at him confused for a moment then felt the hairs on the back of her neck tingle and a coldness sweep over her. She turned to look behind herself and gasped in shock. Stepping forward as she fully turned around until she was now stepping backwards, falling over and then scrambling back several feet on her hands and feet, falling onto her elbows in her desperation to put space between her and what she saw.
A huge rift was opening up right behind her. She could see the purple tear ripping through the air above her openin
