After a thunderous boom, the world went quiet.
Maurice felt his consciousness drifting, seemingly completely detached from his shell. He didn't know where he was, what year it was, and, for an instant—or possibly for a long stretch of years—he even forgot his own name. He simply floated, mindlessly, in an abyss of chaos and nothingness, surrounded by incomprehensible streams of light and shadow and a silence as deep as death.
It took Maurice an excruciatingly long time to piece back together his shattered thoughts and mend the incomplete humanity within him—
He remembered now. His name was Maurice, resident of the Plunder City-State, a historian by trade. Today, he was to visit an antique shop in the Lower City District to discern what nearly claimed his daughter's life.
He figured it out.
It was the warm family of Subspace.