Jack woke slowly, his mind groggy as he shifted his strangely weightless body. Stretching, he found that he was confined in his movements by something smooth and solid blocked his legs and arms. He opened his eyes slowly as he tried to wake his mind from its fugue. He regretted it instantly as a set of hellish eyes gazed back at him from a skull-like visage. He opened his mouth to scream, recoiling from the red glowing face before him as it reached a spindly hand towards him, touching the glass that separated him from the creature.
That was when Jack had his second moment of terror, this one perhaps less horrifying than the monstrousity bef