"Ooooh nooo, Sam, Sam, that is not the kind of question you ask out loud in a place like this. It should stay unsaid. Because the second you say it, the superhero laws of narrative causality kick in and then people do show up. And then you wish they didn't. It's just like the rule that says that superhero teams always fight when they meet up for the first ti--"

Behind them, back on the ground, a voice called out to them, interrupting him.

"Hellooooooooo!" it said.

Robbie sighed and said to Sam, "See? See?"

He turned to look down, swinging around but not letting go of his grip on the stone. The figure below was a horrific being, that looked like it was made of smooth, carved chalk. It had no face, yet it could still talk, and every few seconds, it blurred as it stood there, in a way that made it uncomfortable to stare at for long.

"Hello down there, friend! Can I call you friend?" Robbie said genially, holding his free hand to his chest. "Because we really could be friends. You wouldn't happen to be some friendly otherdimensional person that knows the way out of here, would you?"

"Naaah," the figure said genially, tilting the hollow framework that passed for a head. "I'm going to devour your souls. I'm the Faceless. This is my dimension. Hi!"