He's gone. Taken. Torn away from my life and world by the faceless ones. I still can't believe it; I'm slowly being consumed. I sleep when I need to and eat to survive but don't, cannot, acknowledge anything else. My friends come and go with words that go unheard, unnoticed, unacted upon as runs of that moment in my head.

How he fell, reaching out for me desperately. How I ran with splayed fingers needing to grasp the one thing I can't live without. But I wasn't fast enough and he flew into the void behind him. Why didn't I get there? I should have tried harder and now he's gone because of me. He's a dimension away, alone, with only them as company. I remember screaming at myself in frustration then screaming at my friends for help but nobody did anything. That was when the guilt had washed over me and I collapsed to the ground ashamed; knowing that it was my entire fault.

Since that night a new fire has lit inside me. It burns away at my soul and consciousness, taunting at me constantly, daring me to stop. But nothing will stop me. He saved me from Serpine, he saved me from the Baron but now it's my turn. He saves me, I save him. Till the end. I have searched the entire world looking for that way to get back to him. From Russia to America, Belgium to Sea land. I will save my mentor, I will save my lifeline, I will save my best friend and I will most certainly save my Skulduggery…

Really short but it came at me randomly so... What do you think? Review please!