Henry sees nothing again.

He walked.

Yelled profanities that would make a sailor blush.

He tried to sleep.

He tries to fly to only fall face first.

He walked and walked until he sees something bright.

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"...are you fucking kidding me."

The light moves around Henry. It seems to trying to tell something.

"...Let me guess. I need to follow you."

The light moves up and down to answer his question.

"Okay then. Lead the way."

The light moves away to guide the lost soul.

Henry follows the light what he felt like for centuries for how boring the trip has for it being completely covered in dark nothingness.

He saw the light stop in front of a door made of wood and metal holding it in place. Decorated with gold, silver and some kind of glowing metal.

"So this is my stop?"

The light moves up and down.

"Well nice meeting you and all of that. Wish me luck."

He entered the room never to be seen again.