He is drawn into a world of Darkness, and three different people meet him. One, is me, as he knows me, wearing my uniformed jacket, and greeting him with a smile. I stand to his right. Directly in front of him, is a Changeling, standing on two legs, with a reptillian like tail swaying behind it. It is facing away from him, looking into the darkness. To his left, a Dark Templar, glowing green eyes belay a smile filled with warmth.
"Zack... meet Xeranis... and... well... We like to call her 'The Clone'. She was the first of us... The fragment of me that is her... it's changed... She wouldn't let us tell you everything..."
The Changeling is silent... eerily unmoving. I sigh, and look at Xeranis.
"Most of what you know of me is true. I am a ghost, and every now and then I am employed by the Dominion, I, Laura Wolfe, was in fact born a Terran and raised and employed as a Banshee Pilot, long before I ever met her... I died the day I met her... literally... If you would come with me..."
I motion behind us all, to what seems to be a swirl in the darkness... like a form of tornado on it's side, visible when you didn't focus on it, but obvious from the corner of your eye.