Time stopped. So did pain. For a moment, Ricky hovered on the edge of the Outside. Slithering sounds came towards him in the green-black of the darkness. Grandad’s worshippers slapped their way out of the void to his aid, drawn by the tattoos burning a message into their dimension. It wasn’t the first time they’d dived into his mind, but he hated feeling them in there, crawling, worming through his cerebral cortex and drawing him back into the light of his own reality.
