Clayton's face stayed pale as he realized what he saw. Is he gonna die? He needs help. Medical. How was he just gonn-
The feeling of his wife's hand upon his shoulder calmed his thoughts as they both watched Nathan lean up against the wall for support. Since he was out the crammed box, he was way easier to see with the light shining down on him.
Clayton watched as light shines on his hair, his neck, his blood.
He looked…oddly great. Sweat coursed his way through his hair as he took sharper, raspier breaths. He looked like he starred in a movie and this was the final scene before the end. His shirt was slightly ripped from the key that the crazy woman shoved into his shoulder. It was clear she was on some sort of drugs, but what was her problem? Anyone would be happy to escape that place.
Who was she?
The feeling of the air around him suddenly began to change. It felt thinner as he and his wife struggled to breath in it. Suddenly, a woman appeared. Someone he'd never seen before.
The woman seemed elderly. Her hair was a pale white and her eyes shined a pretty blue. She looked tired, yet comfortable.
"Are you Janis?" He stuttered as he felt her palpable presence more and more. For a second, the spirit stood still. She watched them both before she erupted with laughter. As she laughed, the space around them seemed to move in waves. Her voice gave darkness depth, light shadows.
She owned this place.
"Is that what people are calling me? Janis? Gosh…" She looked as as fiddled with her wavy clothing. "Not even my husband remembered my name." She walked over to the couple before placing her hands upon Yasmine. "You poor thing. You had nothing to do with this. Did you?" They both watched the sickly woman's face get paler and paler before she turned transparent.
"What's happening to her? Is she going to be okay?" It wasn't long before Yasmine had completely disappeared from his arms. What happened? She was just there. She felt real? Did she die? The woman, who eventually revealed her name as Vioel, goes on to tell him that Yasmine is fine. She was getting her original body back. She was going to have control and everything was going to be fine.
But it wasn't.
"What about sage?!" Clayton's voice carried as Vioel tried to move out of the picture. That was his child, dammit. "What about everyone that was killed so your shit husband could speak to you? Why, huh? Why didn't you just answer his damn call?" Vioel face softened as she realized what hell she'd cost for them. Sage was the whole reason he went deeper into this, the whole reason he even wanted to catch Espionage despair. And nothing.
"I'm sorry." That was the last thing she said before fading into nothingness.
Leaving him alone.
Clayton looked around only to realize that he was alone. Yasmine was okay, now what about him? What was going to happen to him? Suddenly, the feeling of paper scrunched itself in her pocket as he felt around for some type of relief. A slip of paper. As Clayton unfolded the sheets, he couldn't help but let rivers of tears stain his face.
FIND PRAISE UNWAY
Was praise a person? A thing? Was it a place? Confusion left a lasting impression on the man before he placed it back into his pocket. It wasn't he'll be able to find the place anyway.
He was trapped.