"What is this?" Damon whispered as he looked around at the white world.
He clenched and unclenched his fist, surprised by the realization that his consciousness was somehow inside Morticai's mind. The very world around him felt wrong, empty and strangely peaceful despite the faint sense of something terrible spreading through it.
Xander glanced at Damon before looking toward the blackness that was slowly spreading across the white world.
"Do you feel it?"
Damon nodded slowly. He could feel an intense heat surrounding them, one that continued increasing with every passing moment.
"You're not going to ask me anything?" Damon whispered to Xander.
"No. You'll just lie," Xander responded, tightening his grip around his spear.
"You know me well."
"Sadly," Xander scoffed.
The thought of saying something else crossed Xander's mind, but he stopped when he noticed a man approaching them. The man was clutching his head with both hands, muttering words that made no sense.
