Confused, afraid, cold and unsure, they stalked through the dark blankness that’d become their plane of existence.

“What’s going on?” Ivy said in a hushed tone. Shawn beside her shushed her, holding the small girl closer to his side.

“This is really fuckin’ weird,” Reeve said. “Yo, you, old guy. You got any ideas?”

The assassin shook his head, “No. And the name is Gavin, boy. Not ‘old man.’”

“Hey, stop fighting,” Doe said. “Now is not the time for this.”

“Your writer has perished,” said a voice, “You are trapped in the Void.”

Reeve perked up, wings raising. “The Void? Hell! I can-”

“That was false. Here you are no god. Here you are nothing but a memory.”