"You need to get that checked out when you can," Stephen said staunchly, as he moved his scythe-hands back to himself, doing his best not to accidentally stab anything, including himself.

Breathe. Right. So easy.

Calm down. Right. How could he calm down when he was in this horrific place and his body was betraying him? Was this even real? It felt real. It hurt too much for it to be a dream. And Stephen was familiar enough with the multiverse that this wasn't outside the realm of the impossible. Very little was.

"I don't understand, where is everyone? What happened!?"