Darkness swallows you, and you stay, blind, in its embrace as the seconds stretch out before you. You see nothing but black: pure, eternal, all-encompassing darkness.
"Renault?" you say, doing your best to keep your voice steady.
It seems like some time before the voice of the spirit replies, "I'm here."
You nod. Handling this alone would be an entirely different matter, and one you're glad you don't have to experience.
"Can you see anything?" you ask, more for something to say than out of any real hope. "Can you see where we are?"
"See anything?" Renault replies. "No. But I do know where we are. And so do you."