Into Hell.
It took him a while to get used to the change in scenery. When he had first found the magic tunnel, he wasn't sure if it was wise to go through. But the further along he went, the more excited he got. And now that he had come out on the other side, well, he faced what he had never expected: Hell was boring.
Nothing to do, nowhere to go--and no-one to be with. That was probably the hardest part. In Hell, you are alone. Illusions of other people are there, true, but they're all really yourself.
So he sat down and cried. Or at least tried to.
"Now what?" he half-whispered to himself. Immediately, as if by command, a yellow legal pad appeared before him. A blue pen lay beside it.
"Write your destiny." The voice--so strange, so alluring--came out of nowhere. James turned and looked around. A small groundhog sat to his left. Furry, brown--a normal looking groundhog, but for his flaming, white-hot eyes.
"Go for it," the groundhog said. At least James was not alone in Hell anymore. But a groundhog? Seriously?
