James opened his eyes, the world had not ended and he was somehow still alive. Ugh, bloody battered, but alive. The old church was nothing but rubble. He got slowly to his feet and looked around. The witches were barely visible beneath the stone, immobile limbs sticking up in awkward places.
Half fearful, James turned back to face where Hunter had been standing. The altar was still there, with Charlotte laid out serenely, Hunter standing over her. They were miraculously untouched, with only the faint layer of dust to show that they had been part of the scene. How the hell?