When Logan awoke, the first thing he did was scream. The second thing he did, was to realize he couldn't do so. He panicked, searching for something, anything that could make him feel less constrained.

To his dismay, he found that he could not feel anything. He did not feel his own body and could not feel his heartbeat. His eyes only showed him endless dark, as if he was in a cave, without a shred of light.

Logan didn't know how long he sat there, panicking in the endless, silent dark, but he finally calmed down after an uncertain amount of time.

'This is not the time to be cursing the heavens and crying for my mother. I need to wake up. Since I still possess my mind, I must be in a state similar to sleep paralysis or a coma. As long as I can wake, I would be able to figure out what happened'

Renewed with determination, he tried to remember how one of his friends described the feeling of sleep paralysis.

'The first step is to calm down. Since my mind is still working, it must mean I am still capable of waking up. The second step is to try to wiggle my toes until feeling returns to my feet. Eventually, I should be able to wrestle back control over my body by working up to my chest.'

After a while, Logan got a small sensation. He got it! A feeling of elation and hope washed over him as he tugged on the response he got from his body.

But he could not celebrate for long as suddenly, he felt his mind tugged inwards into what he perceived was his body. A shining white light, compared to the endless dark greeted him.

Logan felt disturbed. He knew he was not seeing this through his eyes, but rather through his mind. By trying to process feeling into his body he unknowingly conceived an ability to see and to an extent, feel through his consciousness.

What he saw, however, shocked him to his core. He was a soul! A small white soul with a sliver of grey stuck in the endless darkness surrounding him.

'What have I gotten myself into?! The existence of a soul can only attribute to the absence of a physical body. Am I dead? Have I died, with my body still on earth?'

Feeling another panic attack incoming he forcefully clamped down on his emotions, courtesy of his new ability, most likely a free package with being a conscious soul, not constrained by the physical body.

'The most important thing to do right now is to analyze my circumstances. I do not wish to stay in purgatory for eternity.'

Once again, he focused inwards, finding the white light that flaunts his soul, with a touch of grey. Determined, his first action was to try and move his soul but found his attempts to be unsuccessful.

Not giving in, he kept struggling to move his soul in any way possible. After an erratic amount of time, he still did not find success. Indignant, he once more dove into his soul, going deeper until his awareness was filled with the white light shining from his being.

Logan, deciding to call this the Soul space, caught a whiff of a grey streak, fleeing on the edge of his awareness. It tried to escape his detection but was no match for Logan in his own space, especially after practising his awareness for an inordinate amount of time.

Finally grasping something, at last, Logan was delighted to find he could still interact with things and objects using his awareness, not unlike a form of telekinesis! Not giving up, he moved his mind closer to the grey streak trying to escape.

When he finally managed to touch it, a multitude of images, emotions and feelings came sweeping through his being, shaking his soul. His memories! Focusing on the grey line, he realized it was connected to his soul, slowly sucking out the recollections of his life.

Logan knew he had to come up with something before he became a husk of his former being. He had to sever his connection with the dark! Forcing down his growing emotions with vigour, he focused his awareness into a sharp edge. Through despair and conviction, he was able to improvise one method to sever the thread.

Ignoring his growing headache he thrust it down, fueling it with feelings of panic, wrath and determination. The last thing he perceived was the destruction of the grey thread before he lost consciousness.

When Logan woke up, he felt different. He quickly concluded that his soul had grown in size, and could not be considered a shining white anymore. Instead, his soul had gained a grey tint to it, from which Logan was able to sense his memories. He could perceive two reasons that could attribute to this change.

The first was that the destruction of the grey thread had allowed him to partially regain his memories. Focusing inward, he tried to remember who he was. To his alarm, he could not remember his parents, nor his best friends.

No matter how hard he tried, it seems that the memories dearest to him were already absorbed by the dark, leaving only recent memories after he came of age and those ingrained into his being.

It shook his soul, and he could not keep his emotions in check any longer. The feeling of knowing you should remember but it being kept away from your awareness was extremely irritating, like a horrible itch that could not be scratched.

Logan felt his soul fluctuate and knew that he could not allow his emotions to run unchecked in this place with his unstable soul and had to keep himself together.

Looking back at his soul to distract himself, he noted the increase in size, even though he could not explain why he felt this way. Trying to understand the difference, he expanded his perception to the utmost of his capabilities.

His actions weren't for nothing, as he found he could feel the emptiness of the dark for at least double the diameter of his soul around him when he stretched it out like a needle and rotated it around his body, not unlike a compass with his soul as the centrepiece.

He kept experimenting with this idea, forming his awareness into multiple shapes and forms, until he caught a sense of something in the distance. it was right at the border of his awareness, allowing Logan to sense it, but not examine it.

'Of course! With my bigger soul and the thread to the dark loosened, there shouldn't be anything anchoring me to my place. Perhaps I have been drifting ever since I lost my consciousness!'

Trying to move, Logan found it was much harder than expected. It was clear the emptiness of the dark was somehow hindering him from moving against its will. He had to stretch his awareness once again, splitting the dark open bit by bit, while attempting to move forward at the same time. He had barely moved before he felt the darkness of unconsciousness approaching once more and had to stop himself.

While waiting, Logan decided to count the time needed for each recuperation of Soulforce, as he had come to call it. Counting upwards, he counted up to 15 minutes before his Soulforce showed signs of saturation once again. It is truly amazing what determination boredom can cause.

Push, rest, push, rest, push, rest. After about three hours of work, Logan finally completely enveloped the newly discovered soul with his Soulforce. Sadly, it seems that the soul, which is about half the size of Logan's had already lost all its memories and become a soulless husk.

This disheartened Logan. After all, this endless plane of darkness would not be healthy to the sanity of any normal human and has already driven Logan to the peak of loneliness.

He did not wish to end up like the soul before him, no matter what.

He must find a way out before his soul succumbs to the dark.