I respawn in the lobby. Grass. Trees. Boulders.

I feel like I’m going to puke, like my head’s going to explode. I haven’t felt this awful since the first time I got pulled.

Swallowing, I push to my feet, just in time to see Jackson push to his.

His face is sheet white, his lips drawn in a taut line.

He opens his arms and I run to him, heart pounding, pulse racing.

He pulls me close. Holds me tight.

And whispers against my ear, “Incoming. Gear up.”