“Why... why are you here?” He managed to choke out.

A bony hand merely pointed back at him, the face unseen and silent.

“Me? But... but I’m not ready!” The hooded figure merely nodded, his grip tightening on his weapon. Sam looked at him in horror. It had finally caught up with him, his life. Now he was going out in a blaze of unglory, and he realised just how little he had truly tried in life. What he could have done instead, a million memories flashing through his head.

He opened his mouth to scream but the fear had stopped all sound. The hooded figure swiped his weapon and Sam suddenly felt light, as all pressure had been wiped from his body.

He looked back at Death as he floated, his soul suddenly disappearing from the world.