The ground was still solid beneath her feet, but it was no longer the generic, green-brown carpet, nor wood, nor linoleum. Her mouth went dry, and she licked her lips, but could not feel the coolness of the water she’d sipped seconds ago. Will had no sense of smell, either. It was all a vapid, portmanteau of nothing and nothing much. She could sense the grey-haired man still with her, but could not make out his form. It seemed like he was part of the blackness, or maybe he was the blackness. It was not eigengrau, the word for the perfect grey, but the exact opposite of light. She was blind.
