Fallen. That was the word. Not fallen into the ground, not even into a rock. Fallen into an abysmal black hole where one could only keep falling. Tom Riddle had snapped and the darkness had enveloped his soul once again as he prepared for his visit.
With the mirthless smile of a man who knows too much, he began to get ready. Oh, how wonderful to finally know. With the air of a expectant father, tiredly alert and cautiously happy, the Dark lord set forth carrying only a wand and a gargantuan snake. He loved Nagini to witness his visits and felt an insane pride in having her there, like a Little Leaguer has in bringing his mom to his first game. What a wonderful visit this would be... Tom had been waiting...