Chapter 63

Lucifron and Gary hold hands and look into each other's eyes. What was in that room was unpredictable. If the soul had been there, stress would undoubtedly have driven it crazy before it was born.

On the other hand, if the soul wasn't there, where could they look? Hell was infinite. They didn't know how much time had passed. One hour or 60 days… everything seemed the same to them. How could they know how much time passes when there is no need to sleep and eat when physical fatigue does not attack? What was real was that it seemed like every hallway, every door they opened and entered, every place they passed through, took hours, running like minutes.

They couldn't explain it. It was as if they were inside a bubble inside another bubble. Outside the outer bubble, time ran very slowly—an hour to return to the earth and their bodies. Between the bubbles, time passed very quickly—60 days of death for them. Inside the inner bubble, time stood still. They couldn't be sure how much time was