"Are ye, then?" he questioned, his voice laced with fear and anguish. "Oh, God, Claire! I thought ye were deid, sure. Ye... ye started tae fade awa somehow. Ye had the maist dreadful expression on yer face as if ye were terrified beyond words... and ye screamed. God, Claire... I... I pulled ye back frae the stane. I stopped ye. I shouldn't hae done that—I'm sorry, lassie."