As the group approach, the others all try and fail to sense anything too strange, though they all seem to have some kind of frown or uneasy feeling. Izzy, however, appears to be the only one able to sense the full extent of the vestigia present. And it hits her like a tsunami. Suddenly, all the good work of the past few weeks is undone as a wave of mental trauma washes over her, bringing back every feeling of guilt and anguish over the death of Will Grimes. Every reassurance that it wasn't her fault is forgotten, every moment of comforting hugs from Alice or affirming advice given by her therapist vanishes from her mind, still present but locked away by whatever horrific presence is there on the crossing.
Izzy staggers back, trying desperately to cling to those good thoughts, those promises that she did nothing wrong, but it all seems to disappear, even as the black portal opens before her. She shakes her head, tears streaming down her face, trying to scream but with no sound heard... as if the air from her lungs has been stolen away by the void. And then...
Nothing. Izzy finds herself on the ground, having fallen backwards. She cannot tell where the tears end and the rain begins as she feels the dampness of her face. Her breathing is heavy, and she barely hears Des's words as she tries to regain whatever composure she has left, hands scrambling to reach a locket she now wears with a picture of herself and Alice at the top of the London Eye, clutching it for her own peace of mind.
She refuses to go anywhere near the crossing again.
