Meanwhile, Travis was laying in a little river, slowly immersed; only his head could be seen on the surface, but the rest of his body was a little bit covered. He had been like that for a minute until he snapped his eyes open at that moment and let out a loud gasp before coming back to reality.
Achooooo!!!!
He sneezed, and lots of strands of his red hair fell onto his face. He almost recognized the place he was in, but something wasn't right. Instead of the beautiful, serene place he was in previously, it was now a camp of mess, and if he wasn't bluffing, he would have said that the apocalypse had reached where he was—but it was impossible.
It was his soul core, after all. His space.
