So I followed the pictures inside my brain, towards the dark place.
The hexagon opens, as the sky opens to eat whatever happens to be under it at that nanomoment. Meanwhile, back at the beehive, the swarm mutters, asking when it can go free.
Through the Earth and Beyond:
Someone is watching with him, through a pair of cross-time eyes that strangely resemble those of his grandfather, James Hive-Maker, as Hive-Maker will appear at a singular moment in the (at that time) future life of Zoltan Abbassid.
At the end of this vision, Jacob finds himself walking again in a dark world, heading inexorably towards someplace that he cannot name, a planet with a waiting victim.