Kwame opened his eyes. He looked down at his body; he was curled up in a fetal position. Kwame streched out and looked around. He was alone. He floated in mid-air, all around him there was nothing but darkness. "Is... is... is anyone there?" Kwame asked to the void. His only answer was silence, immeasurable darkness and silence.
From behind Kwame he heard a voice. A voice filled with unimaginable terror. "Kwame?" A hand placed itself on Kwame's shoulder. Kwame was terrified. He spun around swiftly and faced Wheeler. "Wheeler!" Kwame exclaimed and grabbed his friend. "Wheeler, do you know where we are? What has happened to us?"
Wheeler turned pale and looked towards his feet. "Kwame, you... you're... you're dead. David... killed you." Wheeler lifted his head and looked into his friend's eyes. Kwame did not seem to understand what Wheeler said at first, but then his eyes clouded over. Wheeler lowered his head again. Kwame thought again and spoke, "If I'm dead, then what are you doing here?" Wheeler jerked his head up to look into Kwame's calm eyes.
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