J. J. W. Mezun ☆ Season 1 ☆ 2013 September 10

“Autumn! Are you still nearby? Autumn?

Autumn, I don’t know what happened to my body, but I’m stuck and can’t move, so if you can hear me, please help me out of here, please.”

There was no response. And since Edgar couldn’t hear anything from outside, he guessed there never would be.

So it was that Edgar’s panic grew and grew as the hours turned to days turned into months turned into years, all of which was spent alone in that black hole, completely immobilized by the rocks he couldn’t even see pinning him down.

Of course, since he never needed food or drink, Edgar knew he could last for many more years. Indeed, even if he wanted to—even though he did—Edgar didn’t even have the mobility to do so.

All he could do was think.