Salleem and I ventured deeper into the realm of night. We didn't notice the passage of time; it didn't really exist here. Sighing, I finally broke our long silence. "How much further, do you think?"

"I can't tell," Salleem replied. "I don't even know how far we've come already."

I smiled slightly. "Distance is another thing that doesn't exist here. Not much does, other than the darkness itself."

"Then how are we supposed to know when we get there?"

"We'll know," I reassured him. "What'd you take from Engle the first time you came here, anyway?"

"Hang on," Salleem held up a finger, and dug in his pocket with his other hand. "This thing, whatever he called it."

"The transponder?" I said, surprised. "That's perfect; from what I understand, its function is to find Engle. Or just track him; either way, it'll show us the way to his time."

"Good," Salleem said. "I don't want to stay here any longer than I have to."

My senses twitched, and I stopped walking. "You're in luck; we just arrived."

"Then how do we get out of here?"

"That's up to you, I'm afraid; I know nothing about time travel or reality-jumping."

"Right..." Salleem closed his eyes, apparently deep in thought. I sat down and waited for him to figure out what to do next.

The End

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