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In the black hole, he felt himself stretch a million ways, legs farther than he could see.
He chuckled weakly, the burning in his body slowly fading to numbness.
“T2?” he mumbled. The static greeted him like an old nightmare. “Yeah, fuck you.”
He felt himself scratch, the numbness reverting back to the tingle (again) and he was reminded of his predicament. Taylor wanted to have a conversation, someone to talk to before he really died.
What he would give to see his family again, his cat, to talk to his lifeline again.
He was surprised; all that time together, and he never found out their name, if they were a boy or a girl - anything, yet he trusted them with his life.
“Hellooooo?” The static answered. “This ride sucks. Let me off.” He tried to curl himself into a ball, a fetal position, but found his legs just wouldn't move.
The darkness took over once his legs began to retract.
And he woke up in a bed, soft and achingly familiar. Gravity weighed heavy on him, and his old room stared back when he opened his eyes. Posters of old bands he hadn’t listened to in years littered his ceiling, and dusty trophies from his science fairs lined a tall shelf in the corner. Night shined through his window, the moon illuminating blue streaks across the wall. A giant starship model sat on his desk, half finished.
But what stood out the most seemed impossible to be there; a figure sat at the edge of his bed, facing away, head hidden by a hoodie. Though he’d never met the figure, he knew exactly who it was.
“Oh wow, ” he breathed. “Never thought I’d see you here.”
It was impossible to tell the gender of their voice, their age, appearance, nothing , but for some reason, Taylor didn’t care.
“Look who’s still kicking,” they mused. “I knew you were a fighter,” The figure leaned in his direction, finally turning to face him. It was strange; although it logically should have, the moonlight didn’t quite reach their face, obscuring any identifying features that might have helped him determine who they were. “Did you miss me?”
He grinned, sitting up in his bed, as if he’d been home his entire life.
Taylor drifted in that black hole for what felt like forever, body contorting into it, event horizon passing by. He didn’t notice any of it though - instead he imagined sitting in his bedroom at his parent’s house, talking to an old friend all through the night.