It was dark outside. It had been sunset when he had entered the bar, but this darkness was more than midnight.

There were no signs of the dingy street outside. No streetlights, no headlights passing by, bathroom windows lighting up regretfully. It was a pure and relentless void.

He had drunk until he fell asleep in the corner booth. He was there often enough that the owners wouldn’t kick him out unless someone raised a fuss. Walking unsteadily around the bar, he couldn’t see or hear anyone else inside.

He moved towards the front, peering through the large glass panel in the door, between the bars.

Pure darkness. He put his hand against the glass to steady himself, pulling away when he realised how cold it felt. Then he finally saw something in the window: a crack, steadily spreading as the darkness pressed itself towards him.