The moon saved him.  The poison was very potent, but the brief rays that invigorated the kiss between Erebus and Retta also buoyed his immune system.  His body aggressively fought back, and instead of stopping his heart, the poison merely put him into a mild coma.  Even while he slept though, Erebus' senses continued to work.  In fact, they were working overtime.  The near death experience caused a massive information dump upon his brain, and as he slept he began to work out the mystery.<br/><br/>The imp wasn't the only darkness.  He had felt one, maybe two more...much more dangerous.  Blood, a river of blood.  "No."  The word was more of a moan as it came through clenched teeth.<br/><br/>What had happened?  It was as if everything he needed to know was behind the door in front of him, but he didn't have the key.  He began to bang on it.  Darkness.  Blood.  Who's blood?  Retta's?  Was she dead? Had he killed her?  He turned and looked for her, but she was gone.<br/><br/>"Retta!"  It was a nightmarish yell, yet he slept.  And the door was gone, along with the answers.