Guest had been stuck in an endless nightmare for what it seemed forever, it never stopped, it never got harder, it never got easier, the floor stirred under Guest as they felt themselves phase throught the floor, and fall somewhere...they didn't know where, but it was somewhere away from their torment. Guest stood from the ground, scanning their surroundings...they were in earth...? No...it was something else differently, it was a replica...the horizon had no mountains...and the sun didn't feel warm enough to feel comfortable...Guest made their way inside the house quietly, no knowing what was there either...Guest walked to the living room, where they found a couch, which looked brand new...but it felt warm, like someone was already sitting there before, Guest felt something move behind them quick, and without warning, they got hit on the back of the head, with a pan

Guest found themselves tied on a chair, the back of their head bleeding, a warm feeling on the back of their head, as it dripped down like syrup, they weakly opened their eyes, little tears coming from the pain of the headache. John Grace was unsure what to do, and he stood on the back, watching silently as the Expendable finally noticed Guest being awake.