In nothingness. Alone.
Trapped.
"Who am I?"
A voice.
The voice of Anders searched the nothingness, shouted, "Is there anyone here?"
No answer.
But there was someone. All directions were the same, yet moving along one he could make contact ... with someone. The voice of Anders reached back to someone who could save him, perhaps.
"Save me," the voice said to Anders, lying fully dressed on his bed, except for his shoes and black bow tie.