Trevor drifted in and out of consciousness, the world blinking into existence at times, while at other times he was somewhere else. Somewhere familiar. He lacked a body in that other place, but he didn’t need a body, whether that be his own, or someone else's. It was dark and cold in the other place, and Trevor stumbled aimlessly through that darkness, trying in vain to find some way out. This place, something about it was familiar, would have made his hair stand on end if he had hair in this place.

In the distance, there was a voice calling out his name. He knew that voice, his grandfather. Every time he turned in the direction of that voice, however, the darkness that waited for him was deeper and colder than the one in front of him. Fear seized him the longer he stared in that direction. “Trevor!” his grandfather called, “I’m here! Please, come back to us!”

Us. Yes, there was more than just his grandfather waiting for him beyond the darkness. His grandmother, Uncle Joe, and Aunt Mary were there as well. But… where were they? Where was he?

The world around him changed, morphing into Naomi’s bedroom. His grandfather called again, frantic, scared, he didn’t want Trevor to wake up. Yes! Trevor thought, I remember now! Before I was brought back, I was with grandpa and grandma. They took care of me, they loved me.

But where was he now? His grandfather’s voice could pierce through the darkness, but he couldn’t see him. Was he truly waiting for him beyond the darkness? Trevor swallowed and held out his hand, inching it towards the deeper darkness waiting for him. The cold seized him immediately, digging into his very being. Trevor cried out, knees buckling instantly beneath him. He managed to force his arm back from the darkness, and scooted further away.

“Trevor, don’t fear the darkness!” his grandfather urged, “Please! Come back to us before its too late!”

Too late? Trevor licked his lips, What do you mean by that? he tried to ask those words, but his throat was too dry, no sound came out. The cold darkness moved to surround him, inching closer and closer. He was trapped by the absolute darkness, the cold seeping inside him, trying to claim him as its own.

“Trevor?” his grandfather asked, “Trevor!”

I’m sorry grandpa. There was only one …