Hark was getting very bored. He was pacing the small, white blank cell for what seemed the millionth time. "How long have we been in this freaking temporal vortex?" he shouted.
"How the hell should I know?" asked his only companion, a brown echidna smoking a cigarette.
"You know, Hiro" said Hark. "Just 'cause you're immortal doesn't mean you can't get lung cancer."
"Maybe you're right," he repplied and dropped the roll of tobacco to the ground. He then pulled a botle of vodka seemingly from nowhere.
Hark kneaded his forehead, exasperated and a little annoyed. "Maybe you should help me look for a wy out of here intead of drinking yourself into submission!" he yelled several hours later.
His only answer was the finger. Hark walked up and down the room, waving his arms and yelling. "You kow what, this is really pissing me off! We've been here for the gods know how long, and all you do is smoke and drink! You know what, Hiro, you can go to hell for all I care-"
He stopped imediatly when he realized he was alone. "Hiro?" he asked. "Hiro? Where are you Hiro?"
He blinked. He was no longer in the white room. he was standing on what appeared to be the briidge of a ship. He saw Hiro passed out on the floor, shards of glass around him, lying in a puddle of puke. Hark's first thought was urgh, that's disgusting, closely followed by thank the gods, I'm out of that damn place! He heard footsteps behind him and looks around.
"Oh my god! Redgrave"
"Hello, Hark" said the skeletal figre of Hark's friend. "It's been a long, long time."
Hark was startig to experience an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach. "So, how long was I in that vortex?" asked Hark.
"1,000 years have passed since our last meeting," said Regrave. "and you will find the niverse is a very different place."