It's a strange place, that feels like a constant pressure is pushing on him Five. Like it's coming from all different directions. the sounds of something deep and disturbing in the distance drifts closer, but one can't see anything moving.

Ben is running, a full on sprint towards the figure. Towards Five. What was he doing here? Was he dead? Is this just where their kind end up? As the other ran towards him he skidded to a stop, only slightly shy from hugging the other. This was no time for that, was it. He wanted to though, but it wouldn't work, would it? But then their hands touched, and Ben grabbed at Five's hand, feeling contact for the first time in over a decade.

His eyes started watering as his hands grasped almost too tightly to Five's hand. "Oh shit. Oh my god, you're really here." He said in an alarmed tone of voice. "Tear between realities? I've just been dead. Stuck here. I don't know where this is but it's all I know."

At that point, there was a pushing of pressure to their left. Something with tentacles and a strange muzzle was pushing in on the nothingness, trying to get to them. The pressure grew and it felt angry.