Having left Ambrose's mindspace, the two youths decided to enter Hollis's. After Hollis explained the emptiness of it, the taller boy seemed legitimately confused. With no other way to explain it, they decided to investigate it from the inside.

     "I mean, sure, your door looked a little strange, but...I've never so much as heard of anything like this."

     Ambrose stood in utter shock as he watched the dreams floating by, the voices echoing softly into the empty void around them. Hollis decided he would stop asking questions about things Ambrose seemed to assume he knew.

     With a finger on his chin, Ambrose continued. "So, is there anything at all you remember? And...well..." Before he finished, his gaze trailed off and his mouth fell shut. It was as if he felt he shouldn't ask.

     "What is it?"

     "Well...do you ever dream? I mean...I get being a lucid dreamer, but there should be something here. Not all this emptiness."

     Hollis crossed his arms, his eyes falling to the blackness below them. There were no words exchanged between them for a few, long moments before Hollis decided to say it. "I...I think I might be...dead."

     "Huh?" The sound came out harsh, like he had choked on it. Ambrose couldn't believe his ears! "Dead? You think you're..."

     "I don't know. I mean...I can't remember a thing. I don't even know if Hollis is my name or not and, well..." He turned the thoughts around in his head before finally spitting them out. "I haven't woken up...ever."

     "What?" It was soft, barely audible. This was very much unlike Ambrose so far. He looked at Hollis for a moment, then turned his attention to the room surrounding them. He couldn't really rebuke it. It made sense.

     "Dead... Hold on. Come here." Ambrose made a motion with his hand as he turned and a door popped up behind him. Hollis was confused but followed along anyway. The door opened up to that familiar white space leaving the two free falling.

     "I know I said I'm probably dead, but—"

     "Oh, come on! You should know by now that this won't hurt you!"

     "But the landing hurts!"

     Within seconds, they found themselves in a forest, both managing to nail perfect landings (much to Hollis's surprise). It was a serene forest, beams of gold light broke through the trees and, in the distance they could hear what sounded like rushing water.

     Such a serene, peaceful place. Hollis wished a place like this could be his so-called mindspace and not that empty void.

     Hearing the snapping of twigs and leaves, Hollis turned to see Ambrose, once again, wandering off. Thus, he followed after.

     Ambrose began to speak then. "So, you think you're dead? Any memories around that?"

     "No, not really. Well, not at all." Hollis shrugged, but Ambrose wasn't watching.

     When they reached a large, thick tree, Ambrose turned to face Hollis and sneered before jumping up to one of the branches. "C'mon. Up here!" Again, he jumped and went higher and higher into the tree. Hollis was hesitant. He wasn't afraid of heights despite the massive amount of falling he had been doing lately, but jumping up into a tree? If he misses, he'll be hurt bad!

     Gah! Why am I doing this?

     With a couple of breaths, he followed after, making magnificent leaps into the air and scaling the tree with surprising ease. He stopped just below the taller boy who grinned down at him with a look that said, "I told you so!"

     "So," Ambrose started, stretching out his arm to highlight the scene. "What d'you think?"

     The sky was a blend of orange and blue, the sun setting off in the horizon. Before them was a spread of thick trees that gave way to rocky hillsides with thin slivers of grass running down into a river. And somewhere out there was the one who dreamt all of this up.

     "If you're really dead," Ambrose began casually, "then you can visit this stuff all the time. Isn't that pretty cool? You don't have to deal with reality, you can spend all your time in dreams and, well...I guess this makes you immortal, right?"

     "Immortal?" He hadn't thought of that. If he is dead, he's also still alive. If his true body is gone, his mind is still living here.

     He scrunched up the corner of his mouth, his eyes fixated on the scenery. "I don't know about that... I mean, immortality, that's just a myth. Nothing is immortal."

     "Haah?" The taller boy made a sound similar to a groan and a sigh, his head falling to the side. "This sounds a lot like it to me though, you know?"

     "Sure. But there's no way I'll really be here forever. If I'm dead out there, something's going to happen that will put an end to this me too. I'm sure of it."

     Ambrose put his chin in his hand, his eyes fixated on the scenery now. Things went quiet and neither spoke. After a while, Ambrose said, "There's a lot of 'mights', 'ifs' and 'I don't knows'." Peering to Hollis, who was paying him little mind, he said, "What all do you remember about yourself?"

     "What now?"

     "If you're stuck here, I'll go out there and see if I can find anything about you." A slight smirk started to appear, but he turned away before Hollis could really see it. "I'll see if I can find any news reports about you. If you could at least tell me where you're from, that'd be a little more helpful."

     The brunette kept his mouth shut, but recalling the words of this boy's companions, he gave in.

     "...Well...I'm sure I'm from the US..."

     "Could you narrow it down?"