The place was exactly as it had always been.
Not empty. Not filled. Not loud. Not silent. Not static. Not moving. It was just Nothing!
"This place somehow feels weirder than before," I muttered under my breath.
"Well, you aren't here on a murder quest, so you can actually learn to appreciate nothing for a while," Shaia teased.
I shook my head, deciding to get down to business.
"Old man, I know you're here," I called out, intending to converse with the old coot, but…
"Really?"
"He's NOTHING. If he doesn't wish to show himself, we can't force him." Shaia appeared by my side, radiant as ever. "Ahh… the sweet smell of nothing. It truly is nice to come stretch my legs out every once in a while," she muttered, doing some of the most seductive gestures I'd seen her do yet, but…
"Hooo… no time for perverse thoughts."
