The darkness in the tunnel of death was like smoke, this smoke was thick and suffocating. His soul swirled through it like a half bodied ghost, he swam through it. Looking for any opening to go to his body, nothing was coming for him. He was dead? No he couldn't be dead. He needed to come back, he had to grip something. Strangely he was alone with an inkling of a snake. It flowed by him, curling around his neck and biting into him. His mouth opened to no sound. That was when he heard something. Something that made him stop in the black abyss.<br/><br/>The air became less thick and he dropped down and fell onto dead grass clutching his head, eyes wide as he heard her voice. He clutched himself and doubled over, Eli lost her. She was gone, taken from him. He lost. His eyes shut and he began to cry, her good bye hurt. He didn't want to see her go. However the sliver she gave him came to him like a willow-wisp. Standing he reached up and clutched his hand over it and pulled it to him, holding it to his chest. It merged in him with a flare and he looked up. His navy eyes narrowed and glowed for a moment.<br/><br/>He was angered and soon this was his drive. The snake shot off him wide mouthed and spitting venom. On his arm formed a ring of circles the size of snake bites. It was his calling. With a glare he saw an opening. His call was back. He was going to find her. With determination his soul began its trek back to his body.