Make the most out of no time

For just a second, as his fist broke through the Earth, Sam felt victorious. Then of course, his plan didn't work because he'd failed to consider physics or...anything, really, other than doing something. Suddenly there was a great weight on his back, forcing him down in an uncomfortable position bent over his knees, pushing at his already seeping wounds. But other than pain, he was alright - he didn't need to breathe, after all. He opened his eyes in an odd darkness, the dirt crumbling to let in some light, then... Remi! Immediately panic and guilt surged through Sam as he scrambled up, pushing the dirt off of himself then scratching away at it where he assumed Remi's face would be, his hands desperate and shaking. The effort with the pain in his side was making him feel faint, ill, but he couldn't stop. He would likely recover. Remi might not. "Remi! R-Remi!" He cried as he cleared off the dirt, moving down once he'd uncovered his face to try and clear his chest too. "I-I'm sorry, I'm so s-sorry, I didn't--" Samuel Another little "nothing ever after", nothing more? And lo, but no! What bliss Another jolly jaunt through the abyss