He remembered to breathe. The muddy swirl of colors pulsed around them, oppressive and dark, but Greg kept his attention on her. The lost and wild souls of past musicians could clamor and wail but Meril was unchanging and focused.

He felt some strength come back to his legs, but still he held her close. Just in case of... anything.

"...Our friends are here." He peers into the overwhelming murk. He only ever knew them as members of the band, but in spite of it all they had still been a team.