Chapter 14
Travel between planes isn’t what most people expect. There aren’t any lights or special effects, just a sensation of absolute nothingness. Most of the time people’s minds throw up something to protect themselves, usually their favorite neurosis. Dead relatives, visions of the gods, or a chaotic symphony of colors and sounds. It’s all the same. I see a big, gray, rippling sheet with a clown face on it, but ultimately your body just jumps from one place to another and only your mind realizes there was something between.
“It looks like we made it in one piece,” Chernobyl says, picking himself off the beach and brushing sand off his suit. “It’s a good thing neither of us wear capes.”
“Speak for yourself,” Captain Eight says. “I swear I’m missing a spleen.”
“A spleen? You’ve only
