The astral plane has consumed everybody. True, Gundrun will be trapped in an in between place for all eternity, but as for the rest, they are stuck now in a world without windows, a place tickles at the heartstrings and beats upon the brain, where nothing is what it seems, and everything is very much what it seems, where the darkness is blinding bright, and the brightness is pitch black, where nothing could be better, and everything could be far far worse, where Butcher Billy finds a leg in a swamp, lines this marble hall chock full of vegetation moves like snakes in the high grass to cut off any and all escape. Be warned!
Nothing like this will ever happen in our story.
