Suddenly, Jeff felt a massive shock. His body convulsed and tensed as if he had stuck a wet finger in a power outlet. The last thought in his head before he lost consciousness was the sentence, "This might have been a mistake."
Darkness.
Silence.
No sense of time or place, just empty blackness. There was consciousness enough left for Jeff to wonder if he was dead, or if he had been simply written out of the picture. He wasn't breathing. He had no body to breathe with. Was this what is was like to be unmade? To be erased? It might be even worse, he realized. What if he was all that was left? Did the whole universe just go pop like a soap bubble leaving him to drift forever in its empty shadow?
This would be a fitting hell for me, he realized. I might deserve this.
A light appeared in front of him, a pinhole star. The light grew like an oncoming train. Sound traveled with it, not a noise, just the absence of silence. Reality was there. As it approached, Jeff hoped he made it back in.
Sensation rushed over him like an ocean wave and he could feel and breathe again. He was on his back, on the floor. He blinked his eyes and looked around. It was his room. But, what had happened to him?
He looked down and was shocked to see...