Darkness. Infinite darkness. Nothing seen, nothing heard, nothing smelt. A sensory void, Hell for a man with enhanced senses. He pivots his body, looking in all directions, but there is nothing to see but the endless black. "Hello" he calls out, expecting the word to echo off into the distance. Instead, it is barely heard, muted by this place to a bare whisper. "I'm dead, and this is some kind of Limbo." He speaks aloud, the sound of his voice pushing back the encroaching terror.

"Ain't light enough for Heaven, and sure ain't hot enough for Hell." He looks around once more, still seeing nothing, and runs a hand over his signature hair. "Well, wherever this is, I ain't gonna stand here forever." The man known as Wolverine takes a step forward...

...and has to throw himself backwards to avoid a swipe from the claws of Sabertooth that would have disemboweled him.

Shocked, not knowing how he got here, he pops his claws, leaping at his old enemy with a primal snarl...

...and finds himself back in the darkness as his foot hits the floor. Dropping to a crouch, arms extended and blades at the ready, Logan focuses all his senses on the area around him, but there is nothing there. Slowly, he retracts his claws, standing once again. He cautiously takes another step.

A howl of torment rips from his throat, as his body is enveloped in agony as he has rarely known. The egg the Brood queen injected into him has hatched, and he is slowly transforming into one of the reptilian like extraterrestrials. His healing factor is fighting it, but the pain of transformation is almost paralyzing. Howling in defiance, he hurls himself at one of the Brood drones, burying his claws in it's scaly green hide.

Engulfed in the Void again, the pain of that day became a distant memory. Logan paused for a moment, letting his heart rate settle."What in the blazes is going on here? Am I gonna be tortured by my past with each step? At least throw a few good memories in there." he growled. Dreading what his next step would bring, he walked on.

With each tread, his memories assaulted him. Battles with the Hulk, Silver Samurai, The Morlocks, faceless hoodlums by the hundreds. The women he had loved and lost: Silverfox, Mariko, and Jean Grey. Joining the X-Men, having the adamantium ripped from his bones, losing his healing factor.

Wolverine dropped to his hands and knees, the visions overwhelming him. "Why?" he gasped. "Why am I being put through this? If I'm dead, then let me forget. Let me rest."

"You must remember what you have been to the people of Earth." The voice, soft yet commanding, filled the emptiness, reverberated through Logan's bones. "A hero, a savior, a friend. You will find peace here for a time, but you will be needed again, and you will return. Death for one such as yourself is never truly forever." The voice softened, a feather light whisper. "For now you will rest, putting behind you all sorrows and tribulations. Rest, until it is time for you to once more return to the realm of man. Rest." With that, a great weariness rolled over Logan and carried him into a deep, peaceful sleep.