Darkness...

Nothing was there that he could feel.

Something had gone wrong and for whatever reason, Haylock found himself unable to sense anything.

Even the lack of sensation didn't feel weird because that would have meant he could feel it.

His mind was blank, like an Australian bank account; not even a trace of money was to be found.

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Yet, in the void, something was present. Like a tender hand coming to grasp a baby and welcome it to move toward the light.

Light was there, piercing and bright. It was wet... moist even.

The older woman with red eyes spoke.

"Come to me, little one."

Wrinkly fingers held a clay cup and poured a red liquid all over Haylock.

Wait... why am I drinking something like that, and where the heck am I?

Those questions were forgotten, as well as the sensation and taste of the liquid entering his system.

Like a sugar addict in a jelly belly store, Haylock tore into it and reached out for more.