Matt was sleeping fitfully that night. One moment he was walking along Meridian's streets and then the entire world went out of something like an Escher painting.

Groaning, he paused to catch his breath. "Will?" he called out. "Taranee? Cornelia! Irma! Hay Lin! Elyon? Caleb? ANYONE!"

"There is nothing here but weirdness," said a small green gremlin-like being that smelled bad. "Nothing but weirdness, darkness, and possibly pork sausages."

Matt paused at that. "Why pork sausages?"

"I like them. And you have to eat them before they eat you." replied the green smelly gremlin.

"Whu--?AUGH!"

And the pork sausage loomed overhead, preparing to eat Matt.