Looking curiously down at his feet, John Constantine felt a true sense of uneasiness for the first time in what seemed to him to be ages. All he could see was a white mist or fog underneath the spot where he was perched. Gravity should have already been pulling him down to Earth's surface. Instead, he stayed there, standing on an apparently invisible barrier. Deciding to get his bearings, John looked up from below and observed that his entire atmosphere was like this. No solid object was in sight; only the foggy mist was visible to him.
Although uneasy with his confusing surroundings, John felt an unusual sense of direction here. He felt as if he had been here before, though he knew it wasn't possible
John looked to the sky with a mocking smirk on his face.
"What is this? Some kind of cheesy epiphany moment you thought I should experience? I must admit, I'm a little disappointed with the environment you've created here. It's pretty boring," he insisted.
As usual, there is only silence in response to John's attempt at conversing with God. Expecting nothing more, he decided to play along with what he thought was one of God's many games that have been set up for him. Taking a cautious step forward, his feet plants firmly on the empty space that lay before him. Now sure that his environment was stable enough to traverse in full, he strode along the endless, empty void.
John paused at the hint of a noise. Faint and echoed, but still there. It happened again, and this time he noticed it was keeping a tempo.
Footsteps, he thought to himself.
"Well it's about time. I probably could've done whatever you wanted me to do by now if you would've just come out from your hiding place sooner."
The outline of a figure was now visible through the mist, and as it approached, a familiar looking patch of curly hair could be seen riding astride it. A shiver ran down Constantine's spine as the identity of the man was now not only apparent, but impossible.
"Chaz?" John asked, overtaken by the revelation.
The believed-to-be deceased apprentice now stood within arm's reach of the exorcist, a smirk of knowing creeping across his face.
"Long time no see, ay? Did you miss me, John? I think you missed me," he beamed.
"Chaz…what's going on? How are you here? What is this?" Constantine questioned.
"Don't freak out, John. I'm not here, not really. But I we don't have time to talk about that right now. It's very important that you get Angela to—."
John's throat burned intensely with a sudden, piercing pain. Howling with agony, Constantine drowned out Chaz's speech. He collapsed to his knees, the pain from his throat now seemingly spreading throughout his head. He felt what seemed like a wet fingertip slowly grazing the side of his cheek, and reaching up to seize it, saw the stream of blood trickling down from his ear. He looked helplessly to Chaz, who seemed to be screaming his message to him, but none was heard.
The shades of the environment began to darken, and the previous endless mist was now fading into darkness. Chaz rushed over to the crippling Constantine, trying to hold him steady and calm.
Chaz screamed into John's ear with all the force he could muster, "Find Angela! You can't let him take her!"
Darkness rushed over them.