At first the nothing was welcoming and felt like nothing. There was nothing there, so of course it felt like nothing. Mark just floated through this space where nothing was real, including his name. Here there was nothing, so there were no names. But then the nothing became heavy, painful, and stifling, like someone had shoved gravel down his throat before covering him with a hundred duvets and stacking bricks on top. He struggled to push the weight away and found that something moved in response. A noise answered him too, and soon he was being drawn out of the safety of the nothing, towards a world where at the moment all he knew was danger, horror, and nothing full of pain.