It couldn't be. It simply wasn't possible. Her mind struggled to comprehend the surreal scene unfolding before her. One of the men, with a swift, deliberate motion, sliced open another man's shirt with a knife, revealing a deep, ragged wound across his chest from which blood freely flowed. Claire's eyes widened in horror as she belatedly noticed the gruesome hump on the side of the man's shoulder, and his arm hung at an unnatural angle. And then, as if time itself had frozen, the name Jamie resounded once more, and everything clicked into place.