Nicholas opened his eyes in a world of nothingness. He knew for a fact that he was dead, but what he didn't know was where he was at the moment. This wasn't hell, neither was it heaven. Could this be limbo? He questioned himself.
He tried moving his body, but it wouldn't budge. All that was working was his mind and his thoughts. His body wouldn't move, and his opened eyes wouldn't close either. In fact, he had no idea if his eyes were open in the first place. Everybody was pitch black, that even with his open eyes he couldn't see a thing.
He wasn't sure of what was happening, but he had suddenly felt a touch, a cold one, followed by Cyrus's voice. He immediately recognized the touch of death. But in the next moment, his body was embraced in warmth. Clyde was there too, they were using resurrection on him.