The smoke monster looks from Raistlin to Kevin. From Kevin to Raistlin. Back to Kevin. Back to Raistlin.

Then a laugh trills in the distance. The smoke monster turns, flowing eagerly towards the sound. Two figures float out of the mist, black and white and carefree as dandelion seeds. They see Raistlin and Kevin across the field and cocks their heads, confused.

Raistlin drops the illusion.

"Run!"