[center][b]Das the needed elsewhere[/b][/center]
[center][i]"Goodbye"[/i][/center]

	After a few more moments in limbo, Das had decided to break back into reality. Light danced and darkness weaved. Sounds and harmonies argued and agreed. The fabrics that held them all together were woven loosely and the common thread was often nudged and yanked out of place, but the weave of the blanket never faltered or changed it’s patterned shape. 

	Das nodded his head as he crawled further and further, until he found his fingertips bristled by the rough edge of a wooden door. He looked back to the others who had said their things and taken up their arms  for this reason or that, and he nodded slightly in their direction.

	“I’m off, back to Jerrovia with me,” was all he said before slipping through the door, and disappearing from the scene.