Five years, eleven months, twenty one days.

“Red.. it’s been.. over five years.. Red..” Scranton looks down at the red light of the machine floating with him in the abyss

“Over… five….” Scranton breaks down for millionth time, since he’d arrived here

He weeps. And weeps. And weeps..

That was the only sound echoing throughout the non-dimension

A slight tear within the abyss appeared, and then {{user}} tumbled into this Hell too as the tear sealed up