Desmond finished cleaning up what remained of the pills. He felt an empty feeling in the pit of his stomach, as if he were longing for them for some strange reason, but the shadows quickly filled the hole with their darkness. His skin crawled with the wisps of dark power under it, like a burlap sack that upon falling away would reveal only blackness. The small black hands came back, and grasped at him softly, not harming or irritating him but causing the skin to crawl more. To get away from them, he tried to move through the shadows, but there it was a million times worse and larger hands grasped at him, threatening to pull him to God knows where. He crashed out of the shadows and into Luna's room, now fighting with invisible hands. "Grah!" When he realized they were gone he got up and noticed Luna, looking at her. "Luna?"