He laughed bitterly. “Well if you were somewhere near the middle of Hell, you only have ten to the one million two hundred ninety-seven thousand three hundred seventy-seventh light years to go.” I’ll never forget his cold laugh. “You have over a million more orders of magnitude light-years to fall than there were electrons in our old universe.” I fell back. “Rachel!” I cried out. “I’ll never get to the bottom.” The man shook his head in disgust. “Oh. You’ll reach bottom,” he laughed bitterly, “just not for a very, very long time.”
