We were driving home from the grocery store earlier today, talking to ourself, as usual. Ninja and I were talking about how things were a few years back. Two years ago, I think. 2011, the year of the great Fading. Well, we're all back now, and doing relatively well, I'd say, but since neither of us Faded, we were wondering aloud what happened to those of us who did. So we asked Svl, since he's a frontrunner too, but faded along with the rest. He furrowed our brow as we drove, trying to concentrate.

"I... don't really know," he said slowly, frowning. "I must've been asleep, I guess." And when we pushed the subject he blinked a few times, as though trying to clear our brain.

A strange thing happened then. We got a brief memory flash; the sensation of laying down in a coffin, stale, cool air. A dimly lit space in our mind, all shades of gray, walls of stone. Coffins lined the walls all around, resting upon naturally occuring shelves of stone. Closed coffins, some looked dusty, others shiny and new, all of them, all of them closed. All of them black with silver linings. Piojo was there, but not in a coffin. He stood in that tiny coffin cove, bare scarred feet on cold stone floor, barely moving, watching, guarding. His scarred skin looked ashen by the tiny bit of light. It made him seem... older, somehow.