"H-Hello?" Wander stuttered at the powerful voice. He stood there in the sea of black, awaiting for a reply. The star nomad's eyes were looking at the desk where the voice had come from. Letters were once where they started before a curious Wander messed them up out of spite.
"I see that you have been going through my collection."
Wander gulped, thinking he was in trouble.
"Don't be silly, Wander. It's not a problem. What's that in your hand?"
Wander looked down at the opened letter and looked back up where the voice was uttering at.
"A letter from Sylvia..." Wander quietly said in a sad tone. His eyes half-closed as tears began to form and later overfilled his eyelids. The voice remained quiet.
"Hello?" Wander asked.
"Do you know why I brought you here, Wander?"
"...No." Wander replied.
"Do you see these letters? And how high they stack up?"
Wander nodded.
"You see, these are my letters. I keep them organized here on my desk. Now, I know there are a lot but these letters have a reason. Each envelope contains a letter from a loved one that has died. Right before they perish, they stay somewhere in an x amount of time in order to write out what they feel, what they wanted to say, and the list goes on. I see that you have got Sylvia's letter and by judging on how it's already opened, I assume that you read it. Is that correct?"
"Yes. Yes I have..." Wander answered with eyes full of tears.
"Alright, good. I know that Sylvia is very proud of you. I have watched you and her have some wonderful adventures with each other. You were her friend and she was yours. But sadly, it was time." The voice paused for a short moment before continuing, "You see, time is everything, Wander. Everyone is scheduled a time before they have to go."
An hourglass appeared on the desk, which the contents almost filled the bottom. Her time was coming up real quick, having a shorter time than Wander himself.
"This is Sylvia's hourglass. Her time is almost out," the voice continued, "and this one is yours." Another hourglass appeared and showed some contents on the bottom and some on the top, slowly falling down. Wander's eyes grew big as he saw his own life, in time, was right in front of him.
"When your time is up, you will know. And you will have a chance to write to someone that you love."
Chills traveled up and down Wander's spine. The nomad believed that he was going to pass one day, but he was not looking forward to know when the time will come. He wanted to live as long as he could without knowing the dreaded future. Wander looked down and grasped the letter in his right hand. He sighed.
The unknown entity knew what he was feeling. He felt sorrow, dread, fear, and a bunch of other emotions that were coming all out at once.
"Wander," the voice began, "it's time to wake up."
The blackness that surrounded the nomad lifted and disappeared. The floor underneath him collapsed and the nomad began to fall. Colors of white and light blue surrounded him then and white traveled at high speeds around him. He was somehow falling. Wander began to scream at the top of his lungs. Highlights of the nightmare came back to remind him: Watchdogs invading cities, Lord Hater at his throne, citizens screaming, Sylvia and him hiding, being chased, the nuke missile, an explosion and the letter.
The two colors faded away and turned to nothing but blackness once more. Then, silence.