Kevin stood in a timeless, formless place, for a subjectively long time as well. This wasn’t the death he’d planned. His pact with the demon wouldn’t go into effect for another couple of days. The last thing he had thought as the car bore down on him was that his death truly was random. Far more so than he had planned.

Perhaps that was a good thing.

He would have liked to have held Pam one more time, before he left. Liked to have kissed her, once more. Felt her strong presence, her unyielding, intense belief in him, one final time.

Before he took this odd journey.

He wondered to himself. Now what? What really happens now? What will I learn? What will I see?

No answers presented themselves.

After timeless waiting, he held his head up, looked around and thought there might be something off to his right. There seemed to be more light there, than anyplace else.

That seemed as good a choice as any, so he faced that direction squarely and began his journey into something that, right now, escaped his understanding. Perhaps it always would.

No, he would figure it out. He had a long time to do so.

Pam wouldn’t be along for quite a while.