... and he finally stepped through the door. After all these years, how many times, he stepped through thinnies, through the doors that lead to anywhere, past the drawers and the world that had moved on. His feet landed with a puff of dust, caking his boots with white. The sun, too, was white, harsher than the yellowish one that had been in the previous world.

... and he woke lying on the sand, blood in his mouth, and surf in his ears. He was alone now. He couldnt see anything, save the fog that obscured everything five feet from his eyes.

... and now to start anew.