He is surrounded by a murky blackness. No matter which way he looks, everything is exactly the same. It is cold. The kind of cold that reaches into your bones. He thinks he's dead or dying. He can't really tell. He hears voices, but they sound so distant. They are calling to him, or so he thinks. But he is so tired, so weak. He doesn't want to move. His arms feel like lead when he tries to lift them.

There is a change in the scenery, a momentary speck of light in the dark around him. But it is gone before he can even blink. He sighs. The sound echoes oddly in the infinite space of the blackness. He's not sure how it echoes at all. He tries to move again, it's easier this time. Soon, he realizes that he is not laying down. Nor is he standing up. There is no such thing as up or down in this space. He is baffled but amused by the thought and begins to slowly rotate, if only to give himself something to do.

Hours creep by, or at least that's what they feel like to him. It's hard to tell time when nothing changes. For all he knows, he could have been in there for days. The voices went away a good while ago. He doesn't mind, they were starting to grate on his nerves.

Silence is all around him now. Whenever he tries to speak, nothing comes out. He realizes soon that he doesn't have to breath in this place, but does so out of habit anyways. He wonders, then, what he will do. It feels like he's spent an eternity in the blackness. He knows it couldn't have been that long, he would have felt hungry at some point in time.

"I'm dead," he thinks to himself, "that must be why."

He suddenly misses the voices. He hates the cold and misses the warmth. The blackness he would give up for light again. The voices return, they are louder than before, calling to him.

"Zeo!" The voice is familiar, he knows it, but cannot place it. "Zeo, can you hear me?" It is a woman, that much he can tell. But who? "Zeo! Wake up!" His body jolts, he writhes for a moment. His head begins to hurt, his arms are like lead again, moving is tedious. But the voice is booming now, wracking his mind. If he doesn't stop it soon, he fears his head might just explode.

It is driving him crazy, so he fights the lead weight. He tries to climb, but soon finds himself lifting.

He's staring at something, a light? It's fluourescent. He smells blood, tastes it. His eyes shut for a moment, she's still calling to him.

"Shut up." He grunted, a hand lifting slowly to shield his eyes. "And turn the damn light off."

"Are you alright, Zeo?" The light flicked off. He smelled cheap cigars. Gavvix was in the room.

"Doc?" He asked. He knew it was her, then. "Yeah, I'm fine. What's up?"

"You died."