A chilling calm settled over the vast, monochrome expanse, a silence William hadn't known in lifetimes. Its architecture was custom-built from specters of Williams' own making, its walls etched with the choices he couldn't unmake, the words he should have spoken, and the deeds he should have done, as a self-imposed, eternal purgatory of introspection and untainted guilt. Then he woke up in an unfamiliar house looking up at his long lost family: his beloved wife, Clara; eldest son Micheal; middle child Evan; and youngest daughter Elizabeth