Even the male is curious to hear what Zara has to say. "I.. need you..." I throe of pain causes her to convulse in pain. The male holds her from falling out of his arms. Then her body does not move. Her breathing strained and desperately weakened. The male looks next to himself and a French Door appears. Gilded in Strawberry Gold and engraved with a Venetian floral design, the doors are radiant. "It is time to go."