[any words they use to describe the world they're in will be an understatement. he shrugs, but it's more of a full-body shudder, hoping the motion shakes off the clinging energy from inside the mansion (it doesn't). he wants to believe he'll blink and wake up where he's supposed to be, or have that falling sensation that he has in dreams and be forced awake.

nothing is happening, no matter how much he digs his heels in or fights it. he follows Nick's lead now, stands over him as he searches for life that August can't on his own.]

I can still feel the connection to my plane, but you're right, it's different. This is definitely another universe, or, [death] a god's idea of paradise.