Brock's wheelchair fell away from him so that he floated in empty space.

     No! 

     He needed his wheelchair. He could never remember a moment in his life when he didn't have his wheelchair. Where was it?

​     His clothes fell away from his body, leaving him naked.

     He looked down at his legs. He hated his legs. They had never been of any use to him. They were underdeveloped and the color of raw chicken without any muscle anywhere. 

     Then, horror of horrors, his entire body, all of him, shriveled to become as useless as his legs. 

     No!

     This isn't happening! Brock screamed at himself in his mind. This is Domitika, this is Infini's dream universe, and this is my nightmare of all nightmares. My name is Brock Braddock, and I am an agent of the Azure, and I am a Valid, and my soul power is that I can create crackling Azure energy at will. This universe has no power over me! None! 

     To make his point, Brock filled himself with Azure energy, then sent it blasting all over the universe.

     Not much happened.

     The Azure energy didn't explode out of him the way it usually did, but instead seeped from him, only to dissipate quickly and disappear.

     Then, even that stopped. 

     He found he could no longer call on his Azure energy at all.

     He felt utterly alone and terrified. 

​     "Help!" he cried out into nothingness. "Help me, please!"

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