Content warning: Body horror, violence.

It feels like a free fall, but you can’t remember what the tipping point was. Above there’s nothing but darkness, and below is a gaping void. A gold, glowing eye opens in a long, vertical sliver. The pupil rolls around the socket, then dilates as it focuses on you. The gaze is piercing, as if it’s studying each and every cell of your make up. Other eyes open around it much like the first, one by one, rolling and focusing until they surround you, staring at you.

Suddenly, they all close at once, and below you a gaping maw made up of rows and rows of broken, crooked, human-looking teeth opens below you. There's not even time to scream as it swallows you whole.

Then you’re fine.

In fact, you’re sitting at a small table with your favorite meal in front of you. It’s a lavish restaurant with a view, though the location is hazy: first it’s the ocean at sunset, then ice-capped mountains, and then a beautiful temperate old growth forest. It rotates depending on the mood, though no one seems to find it odd. There's a pianist playing some light dinner music. Sitting across from you is Johann Grey. He no longer resembles Jimmy Henries, instead looking more like himself. His real self. He’s eating a steak with an eccentric flair, cutting into it and going mm-mm! mm! every time he takes a bite. If you say anything, do anything, or ask any questions, he doesn't seem to notice. Instead, he only says one thing.

"Next time, let's make it a table for five."