Michael made his way out, following the crewman that had come to get him. Oscar went along, but his wife stayed behind, saying words Michael didn’t exactly hear.
Once outside, Michael found that a crowd was there as well, even if it was far smaller than the one he had woken up to when the sun had still been up in the sky. But now, only the moon offered them any kind of light, even if it was an exceptionally bright one.
“Michael Chambers.”
Michael turned to the side to look at the moon, and saw Waterfall standing in the way. He was being held up on a perpetually gushing water platform that was connected to the sea by a self-recycling wave. His legs were hidden in the waters up to his knees. It was an impressive display of control as always, but Michael couldn’t feel anything but contempt
