The first thing Nico could come up with was to try and wake up. He was hoping that this weird landscape was only a dream, but that didn't explain how Will was there. Will himself could be part of the dream, but it was highly unlikely. The way he acted was something Nico could never make up.

Then there was the fact that Nico could walk. His legs felt normal, just as they did before he had ever gotten in that accident. They felt as if they did when he was a child, able to move without pain and have a full range of motion. Even after the deal he had made, he had never been this free to move. It was amazing.

But he knew he couldn't let that keep him there. Walking wasn't worth abandoning his life for. Even if Will was there. There was nothing to walk to, so why would it even be nice? The abyss he was in would get old, fast.

When trying to wake up didn't work, Nico reopened his eyes and looked up at Will. "Any ideas?"

Will shook his head, his blond curls flying from the movement. "Not really, Neeks. I'm not used to this supernatural crap like you are."

"I'm not used to it either!" Nico fumed, clenching his fists. The anger died down when Will started to laugh, however, Nico realizing that the taller boy was just messing with him.

"Look," Nico took a deep breath, calming himself. "We need to think, okay? This isn't a place for jokes. I want to get out of here."

"I know but I'm clueless." Will whined, sitting on the ground. "I can't think of anything. Can't we just spend some time together?"

"When we get out of here," Nico promised. He looked around him, not seeing anything different in the barren wasteland. "I'm going to go try things. You stay here, I guess."

"I can't walk with you?" Will asked. He looked up at Nico, his blue eyes watering. "I've really missed you. We're finally together."

"I'm not leaving, idiot." Nico bent down to kiss his head before straightening back up. "Just wandering around for a second."

Will gave him a tired smile. "Okay. Come back when you're done."

"I will." Nico took off, his hands in his pockets. As he walked he tried to find any hint to an exit, any piece of air that was different than the others. The only thing that changed, however, was that it became darker as he walked away from Will. Will was the only source of light, it seemed, in the entire place. Instead of going back, Nico continued on to see if there was anything hiding in the dark.

After ten minutes Nico couldn't see anything, just as it had been before Will had shown up. He kept on, however, not looking back. He needed to get out of there or it would eternally drive him insane.

After thirty minutes, his mind started wandering. He couldn't help but imagine different ways why he was there and exactly where 'there' was. The one that scared him the most seemed the most likely.

If he had died in surgery...was this his Hell?

His heart started racing, which led him to think that maybe he wasn't dead. Would he still have a heartbeat in Hell?

Nico's morbid thoughts were broken when he glimpsed the light, far ahead of him but there. There was light...

He ran faster than he ever thought possible. His heart pounded in his chest to the beat of his feet against the ground, his arms pumping at his sides. He could feel his hair in the wind and his eyes water, but he didn't care. He couldn't care, not when there was light. He had finally found the way out.

When he got in seeing distance, however, his running fell to a slow walk and his head hung low to his chest. Before him, just where he left him, Will sat on the ground. The light radiated off of him in waves, showing everything to be the same.

"Nico?" Will looked at him with concern. "Where did you come from?

"There's no way out!" Nico finally shouted. The hope being killed didn't help his mood much, nor did the fact that this place seemed to be endless. "I walked in a damn circle!"

"Calm down." Will got up and walked over to him, bringing the light with him. "We'll think of something else."

"Like what?" Nico snapped.

Will wrapped his arms around Nico and pulled him closer, laying the angry boy's head against his chest. "Let's do something to get you calmed down, okay? So you can think better."

"And what would get me calm, William?" Nico muttered, able to feel Will's heart beating. Did that mean they were both alive...?

"Let's dance." Will offered. "Just me and you. I'll sing so we have music. No interruptions, no pain. Just me and you."

Nico took a minute to respond, his words quieted by the fabric of Will's shirt. "Fine. That sounds nice, I guess."

Will beamed as he moved his arms to Nico's waist, getting into a dancing posture. "Slow dance?"

"That's all I know how to do." Nico agreed, not taking his head off of Will's chest. He didn't flashback to the one other time they had danced, thank God, but could feel the memory being triggered. But this was different. It was just them two, alone to each other.

Their dancing was beautiful. Will sang an old Elvis song, his voice echoing across the space they were in. Nico felt his lips moving to the lyrics but didn't sing along, not wanting to ruin the beauty of Will's singing. It really was beautiful, with the perfect pitch and vocal quantities. Maybe it was because of the land they were in, maybe Will had really learned to sing. Nico didn't bother questioning him about it.

"Nico?" Will broke the song but didn't stop dancing, his voice sounding panicked. "Nico, what's happening?"

"Hm?" Nico didn't feel like he could open his eyes, relaxed against the blond haired boy. "What's wrong?"

"Nico, you're...you're disappearing!" Will's voice seemed to be fading as Nico tried to listen correctly. Disappearing? Why on earth would he be disappearing?

"Nico! Don't-" Suddenly, Will's voice was gone. When Nico opened his eyes next, there was light, but it wasn't Will's.