PinkMercuryWasTaken

“How do you get there?” “I don’t remember. It’s a place that shouldn’t be there; that’s what it’s for — for things that shouldn’t be there. But some people get stuck.” “It’s like… the in-between. Right?” “Something like that.” “How do you know there’s even anybody there?” “There has to be. It’s the only variable left unchecked.” The images buzzed back and forth at lightning speed: each one of them just as desolate and featureless as the last. Nothing, nothing, grey rocks, nothing, nothing, rubble, rebar, nothing, nothing— “Wait, go back.” “What is it?” “Hang on…” He reached over to the console and panned back two or three images in the feed. A house. A complex, moreso. Built out of the same grey nothing that constitutes the whole rest of the place. But it’s there — a house. “Bingo.”