Time seemed to be an inevitable problem as it eluded him almost completely until he heard a voice.â€œI thought you would have made it farther than this,â€ It was that wretched hag that loved to toy with young men? He gathered that conclusion but wasn't sure if the conclusion itself was at all accurate. The facts weren't written in stone at all. More like a twisted warp hole inside his otherwise useless mind. For a split moment the man flashed into his brain then just as fast vanished. . â€œDonâ€™t tell me I really have chosen a boring on this time aroundâ€¦ My, this will be interesting.â€<br/><br/>" Shu----t uppp----" Anymore words to her and the scene inside his head would disappear. He needed to remember. It was a problem that his mind had erased this moment of the man looking at him with eyes of fire, a grin as wide as the Cheshire cat planted on his face. Similar hair to his was plastered on the man's face. Who was he? This man that plagued him ...that toyed with him still. His body felt her kick him, and that was it. The memory faded and the abnormal feeling that had occurred before disapated as well.<br/><br/>His cold fits unfurled shoving him up onto his feet turning him to face her. " I wonder............." A name came to him in a whisper as if the man in his memory had whispered it on purpose. " Do you know a man by Loki?" This was odd asking an old hag? Had he just seen a twisted mix of memories that were partially his or were they his alone that were eating at his fear?<br/><br/>Just as fast a wash of cold thick air wrapped around him. Shrouding his senses almost completely as he once again felt like the world was washing over him. However , this time his feet were locked in place, and the feeling that someone was about to just grab his heart and twist it happened. This was odd? It was almost like time stopped altogether?<br/><br/>His focus was lost as he managed to lean against the wall. Unaware of the old hag for once his entire body felt like it was about rage. Into a dark tremor of pain and convulsion itself into burning embers. Which of course was how he felt....but his mind was processing a dark void. Seeing nothing but an endless darkness the seemed so...so... overbearingly still that it caused his feet to feel like 50 pound metal rods each. What the fuck was going on?