Holy shit. It was there.

Death really did follow through on her request. Stride was able to see into the living world from the blindingly blue light, and it enticed him with the sense of adventure he longed for. He took a final drink from his endless mug and then he took a deep breath before he entered the portal.

[color=ed1c24]"... here we go. It's time to go and get that goddamned book."[/color]

Stride took a large step (a 'stride', if you will), and stepped directly into the light.[hr][color=ed1c24]"... ... ... aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAA[b]AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA[/b] [i]YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU[/i]!"[/color] [sup][sub]*steel drums*[/sub][/sup]

Stride's body jolted directly up from the laying position, as his hands immediately grabbed onto his neck with terror and just to see if something was still here. Alas, there was nothing, and Stride's head consciously shook beside his body on the table, still speaking. It shook enough to allow him to see his comrades that he knew, including Grox and Spiderman, and a lot of others that he didn't recognize yet. His arms moved around to feel for the misplaced head, and finally grabbed onto the hair of the wizard and placed the severed head onto the stump neck, screwing it on like it was a bolt. The head could still easily be knocked off, but at least it was there and Stride was alive to speak.

Once more, his accent began to come into play as he spoke to the group.

[color=ed1c24]"... heh. Don't get [i]ahead[/i] of yourselves, this was Lady Death's doin'."[/color]