Liam's scream was sucked into the void as he dropped into darkness. His arms flailed, his hands grasping for something, anything, but there was nothing. Endless, cold emptiness.
The falling sensation stretched out; his mind was racing in chaotic fragments: Ava, the woman, the darkness-what did it all mean, what lay encrypted in her words?
It was just then, when panic started to set in, that he began to slow his descent. The darkness had given way, almost as if it had turned soft now and was embracing him in a cold caress. His heart was racing in his chest, but when he finally landed, it was with more of a soft thud rather than the bone-crushing impact he'd feared.
Liam's eyes snapped open, but he saw nothing. The darkness was complete, absolute, a physical weight that pressed down upon
