My body shakes like I’ve got a bad fever.

I grin my teeth, and press my belly. I feel I am going to vomit.

“Ed, don’t shit in your pant” comments, gently as usual, Dirk Bell, while looking in the darkness to see who has preceded us.

Chance comes toward me, but I stop him with my hand. “I am fine” I say.

But he clearly sees it’s a lie. I can’t stand upright, sweating madly and beating my teeth.

Everything becomes fuzzy. Changing. Mutating.

I see the bottom of the sea and an art nuveau submergible.

I see flocks of penguins killing coldly bug-eyed monsters.

I see the wind taking human form and tearing me away from the Earth.

I see a red desert populated by millions of dead.

I see the microcosm invading our cities.

I see the dark dwarf, standing on the stage, a sad expression on his face.

I see myself from outside, reversed on the floor while my comrades are about to confront some mysterious opponent.

I hear a voice, saying “He’s not breathing!”, and everything turns black. There is only Ladnikia, laughing.