He laugh as our hands tighten on his, his laugh as false as the walls around us. A dream? No, too real. Reality? Too fake, too supernatural. An in between, where things aren't as they seem. We walk, he laughs, till someone falls.

A scream in the distance, we see something fall, and slow. Two figures reach out to catch the floating stone statue, inanimate as all the others. And then they join it. Heart wrenching- in the middle; who knows what the consequence of falling was- I almost want to find out, but that's no fate- the three of us, the doors on the other side of an abyss, our destination. We will walk till we cannot, then we'll walk again.