He's drowning, he's dying, and suddenly he feels warm. It's a warmth on his head, and then over his hearts and on his hand. He thinks it must be the regenerative energy building up inside of him, but that shouldn't have started, not yet. That would be impossible.

He can believe that water comes from nowhere. He can believe in impossible currents. He can believe that tons of water from a different planet can arrive on another world without warning. But he can't believe that his body will start regenerating before he dies.

Therefore, he can't be regenerating. Which means he shouldn't be warm, which means he must be somewhere else.

He takes in a sharp gasp of air as he finds himself suddenly dry on the floor to the library, Morgana lying atop him, her head on his chest and her hand on his.

"Morgana?" he gasps.