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It was a bizarre feeling, entering this world of faded colours and murky shapes. Paige had had no idea what to expect - in fact, she'd not even known what Nate's plan was - and the whole effect was frightening and disorienting. But she knew she was in danger, and so she needed little enouragement from Nate to get a move on towards and then into the wall. So this was what it was like for Nate whenever he used his Abstraction? Shadows flickered at the edges of Paige's view, shapes that looked vaguely humanoid, but impossible to identify, at least for her. No one had died who she ever had really known, and so the spirits weren't anyone she would have recognised anyway.

Through each wall, then out the other side and suddenly in the open air again. Paige released Nate's hand and stumbled forwards slightly, before regaining her footing. Then she looked behind her, in time to see that they were still being chased by the Glutton. It seemed as if nothing they could do would work, and she almost cried out in frustration. She watched Hagan rush forwards, stupidly. Then die. Apparently, he hadn't got the message that both she and Britney had relayed. Not that she was unaffected by his death, of course it was a horrific thing to watch. It just felt as though she could do everything right and still fail because people didn't have the sense to make the right decision.

And so Paige was left in the same situation again. It would be comical if it weren't so terrifying. Limping away at her pathetic top speed, Paige made her best attempt at escaping the Glutton, which, as usual, meant that she was relying on someone else's compassion to save her. Well, that, or just the Glutton somehow not noticing her or some other miracle. Her situation was severely fucked and she knew it.