She looked down. Her hand was gone. Not missing— translucent . She could see the floor through her palm. The bones. The blood vessels. The neural pathways that made her Mira Vance, daughter of Cairo, Illinois, lover of black coffee and old jazz and the silent, honest dark between the stars.
“Shut it down,” she shouted. “Cut all power to the gate.” stargate universe
“I am the last librarian of the Ossuary,” he said. “And you are the first of your kind to arrive after the door closed. Which means the door is opening again. Which means he is waking up.” She looked down
The librarian’s voice dropped to a whisper. “The others told him to stop listening. But he was young. He was hungry. He reached through the gate and touched the thought. And the thought touched back.” She could see the floor through her palm