"Noel?" Estelle whispered into Noel's ear when they got to him. "You in there, Noel?"

​     No response. She knew he was still alive. He still breathed, even though his breaths were so shallow as to be almost imperceptible. 

     "Noel?" she said into his ear again. "Noel?"

​     Nothing. No response.

     "Slap him," Trevor said. "See if that'll help." 

     "You're an idiot," Estelle said. "Shut up." 

     "He's invulnerable." 

     "I'm not slapping one of my best friends."

     "We should probably get going," Adam Forwarder said. "Does everyone see the portal? It's right over there? Once we get to it, we can leave this joke of a universe forever, but first we've got to get to it. Does it really matter right now whether Noel's awake or not? We can just take him with us, can't we?"

     As he spoke, Shawnacy came up behind Noel to press her body against the back ​of his. She kissed his ear as she wrapped her arms around him.

     "You know what we need right now?" Adam asked. "We need a vehicle. We need something to take us all to the portal."

     Before he could finish the sentence, a sailing ship with wings flew up to them.

     It would fit all four of the Valids and Trevor easily.

     Shawnacy refused to be separated from Noel. She floated them both into the boat.

     "Follow me," Adam said.

     He and Adama led the way, Adam riding Myanna. 

     The boat rose to fly after them. 

     They'd be at the portal within seconds.

     Trevor got one last look at the hellhole they'd been thrown into called Domitika, not a universe made up primarily of empty space the way Trevor's was, but of billions of dreams and nightmares endlessly swirling in amongst themselves to form into new shapes and beings and scenarios. Mesmerizing. If he'd had the time, Trevor could've spent hours just staring at the surrealistic swirl that made up the core of Domitika.

     And that's when, at last, he saw it. 

     He tapped Estelle on the shoulder. 

     "Look," he said, pointing. 

     Brock looked, too. 

     Now all three of them saw it. 

     It took up two thirds of the Domitikan universe...

     and it grew. 

     With every moment, it grew larger.

     It was a color beyond obsidian black.

     It had billions of tentacles.

     Trevor also knew it had four heads, but that's only because he knew who it was.

     It was The Fours.

     It was The Fours devouring Domitika…

     and doing it quickly.

     There was no reason to assume that The Fours wouldn't reach them in seconds.

     In fact, one of The Four's tentacles reached for them even as they drew so very close to the portal.

     Their boat sped up to avoid the corrosive, acidic touch of The Fours.

     Then,

     A living entity of a jangled vibration swept over the eight of them, taking them away to...to...

     Myanna, now alone, spread wide her wings...

     then dissolved into nothing.  

                                              CONTINUE