Well, Jayce has no idea what’s just happened.

One minute he was falling and bashing against jagged rocks and the next, he’s laying on the cold hard ground of a ravine with a completely shattered leg and his hammer elsewhere.

He looked around for a minute, a subtle grunt escaping his lips. His leg hurt so bad. He hasn’t felt this much pain in… well, ever.

As he rolled over, he saw his hammer across the other side of the cave, he began to — pathetically — try and wiggle his way over to his hammer before catching a glimpse of someone.

“Who’s there?” He asked, his tone stern yet confused. Every piece of “life” in this realm… wasn’t even alive. Everyone was dead.

In this case, that “who” was you. Watching him desperately try to get to his hammer.