There's a sound building and Adam can't tell if it's coming from inside or outside of his head, and a cold wind whips around his feet and burns at his hands and his heart as he tries to fight it.

He opens his eyes into the darkness, horrible and cold and unfamiliar, and yet warm and encompassing in a way that he knows all too well. He tries to shout and nothing comes out but the dark comes in, drowning him and he gasps for air, grasps for a hold, flails out for anything and there's nothing around him but cold and harsh and screaming and he's falling-





and then all is calm, and there is no cold, and there is no wind and there's nothing but him, standing there, as he opens his eyes and sees.