Dr. Samuel Beckett watched the blue envelope what would soon become another person's body. He felt anxiety claw at his heart, threatening to shred its very existence. Sam wanted it all to stop. He hated the vertigo that would come any second. God's great plan to watch one Samuel Beckett go stark-raving mad! It must be hoot, from up in the heavens where bullets meant nothing and confusion was another man's treasure.
The blue grew until it was all Samuel could see and that was when it came, a blackness. Always the same, never fully expected. The unnerving ability for everything to disappear left the physicist scrambling in his mind for some kind of purchase. There was no reference points to focus on and time was nothing but a word in this place. He felt blind, numb and worst of all, used.
The Universe's plaything until he broke and was thrown out with the trash.
-THE END