The Ape at the Gate

But now it had come to this. He strained to see what surrounded him in the dark, but could not make out what was real and what was fatigue flying at him.

Strangely lit forms would suddenly appear right in front of his face bobbing up and down, and then flash backwards with a shriek before disappearing.

Worse again were pitch-dark blobs that hovered weightily in front of his eyes, like clouds of squid ink that were blacker than black, drifting frighteningly close, until he pushed their soft cold forms away. He could not sleep, he had to stay vigilant - these things kept coming. Eric shivered with misery.

Puck had forgotten to collect Eric sooner - he had intended to do so but had so many other things on his mind of late.

He checked in with the Ape at the Gate who - being extremely surly - was giving nothing away but attitude.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series