With the room having one extra occupant inside, Morgan searched around for his trucker ally to no avail. It seems the events here transpired in more or less the exact manner as they do, at least that's what the present clues suggested for now, his next step was to follow after Travis and make sure he himself didn't end up going killed in the process after the rather dangerous encounter with one of the many fog-world denizens roaming around in here. And the very close interaction that came afterwards was... Well, maybe it'd be best to blame the web for implanting rather interesting things inside his own head.

Idle thoughts aside, he noticed a mirror at the edge of the room didn't peer into a different place, but instead reflected every bit of his surroundings here. All save for one simple detail that definitely wasn't a match for the original: A small red butterfly on the thing itself. Its wings flapped a couple of times in what seemed to be an effort to remain stable on the flat vertical surface, despite the obviously strange and unusual effect. Last he saw of it, he ended up getting a very wild experience on what was essentially a vague foretelling of the future given the recent series of occurrences which more or less played out the same exact way they did.

Would it do the same this time around? Morgan wondered to himself, now starting to slowly pace towards the small insect with a dull pain starting to take effect in the back of his head, like a muted headache that rung throughout the inner walls of the cranium.

A brief touch illuminated his vision in a deep glow of red before it sucked the young man into a pitch black realm, causing him to look around with a sense of fear taking root as an ominous presence could be felt all around him, suddenly weighing him down with an invisible force that threatened to crush whatever was below. This forced morgan to be brought to his hands and knees as he tried to resist whatever thing or being behind this, and not too long after, both arms weren't enough to keep off the floor so the poor male crashed onto it with an audible thud. The single word to describe it was torture, every second became agonizing since the mysterious weight grew over time. Was this the work of some malevolent thing? Perhaps a result of a cardinal sin he carried with him? There was no way to be sure on any sort of guess until the floor decided to come out from underneath, paving his way for visions and voices just like before.

"I reckon you stumbled onto something, not sure what though."

An image of Travis waving at Morgan comes into view, appearing to be headed off into nothingness.

"I can't sit around letting things go as they are when a difference can be made here."

"Burn! Burn and be reborn anew, you have been blessed with purpose by God himself!"

"Run! Don't look back, and remember what I said!"

Morgan then heard strange beast-like sounds begin to go off in the background, constantly overlapped by other noises - mainly static - that make it impossible to tell what could be the source. They eventually stopped once a red door presented itself to the lone individual, his physical sense being brought back only enough so that he can step forth cautiously, opening the aforementioned door which brings him back to reality.

The illusory experience hardened and became solid before he awoke. Morgan could feel himself drenched in a cold sweat as every bit of his mind tried to make sense of whatever underlying path laid out for him whilst staring down the same person ahead, the two laced with a thoughtful expression on their faces. Yet it all began to slip away in each passing second, falling through the cracks of an invisible shroud taking hold, he knew at the very least it held some value in understanding any potential influence his presence might've had later on. As usual with these sorts of things, the memory of such prophetic moments would return however when things came to pass, at least when things fell into place by then.

From then onward it could be seen that the room was now much different than before. Otherworld. This was no surprise for the most part since the mirror really was a portal in the literal sense, however it was unusual to see it as a window unlike any other person trapped here outside of Travis. An idle few steps around the room were taken as a couple of theories came to mind.

Did that butterfly bring me here? It can't have, maybe I touched the glass while that thing happened. Wait a minute, Travis isn't even here. Morgan thought to himself as more things of note came to light. Nothing was making any sense, and now he was alone in what could very well be a shitty situation.

Time to investigate..

Somewhere else, in the realm of the fog...

It was all pitch black for the longest time.

After an accident like that, he figures there wouldn't be any dreams to ease the transition to wherever the next step was in the afterlife, though it'd have been better to stay asleep a little longer knowing the mess he'd find himself in.

A blinding wave of grey fills his vision for a brief few seconds until a shape moves into view and hovers in place for a few moments. It turns out said shape was actually a face, one staring down at him with what appeared to be obvious concern marked all over. And of course, it's carmen. She's shaking him lightly with a very frightened expression on her face, something definitely happened while the lights were out. There was something trying to reach his ears but it took a second for the young man to catch onto what was being said.

"-arl oh my god are you okay!? I-I really thought you weren't going to wake up anytime soon!" She says with unease in her tone and red stains around both eyes. Must've been bawling her eyes out this whole time trying to make sure i didn't die or something. Poor girl. In some half assed effort to ease Carmen's worry, Carl stuck to a brave front with a smile and wave to go alongside it. I'll be damned if i let a worrisome thing like her have a major panic attack.

"Woah woah woah! You're really telling me, 'Big Chief Carl', that i was a goner? No way, this was just a short nap to get back some energy after hearing you and Morgan talk about Dark Souls or whatever." He couldn't help but to recall the fact that everyone supposedly died a short while ago, so the fact the two are even talking now instantly made him curious.

"Wait a minute, how is this happening? Thought we fell into a big random hole in the middle of nowhere?"

Carl's attention was squarely placed on Carmen who didn't seem to have an answer readily available just yet, so he took a quick gander around to see where they were at. Only problem is the blanket of nothingness making it incredibly difficult to even see anything, aside from a road trailing away on both sides. Damn. This makes no sense at all. Obviously the two were stranded out of the many observations that could be made, yet they weren't too hurt and able to move to an extent. A pat there and a knock on a random body part didn't immediately scream pain, sorrow, and regret so that made Carl's little predicament more bearable.

"The last thing I remember was our short conversation and the crash. I don't know what happened if i'm being honest, guess purgatory really does suck." None of his words seem to have any positive effect on her, so he attempts to brush it all off with a quick shrug. "Is there anyone around who can help us out?"

"Not really. I saw a wrecked off-roader after checking the area, other than that i'm sure we're the only two around.."

"Then we don't have time to spare since we'll need to look for someone to report all of this to. Can you walk?"

Carmen nodded, and without anything else being said, the two set off unknowingly to the very same destination that captured so many souls who came before.