"And everyone who wakes up here is from a different world," Skulduggery murmured. "Different time, different place, different reality." What kind of power did the man over the intercom have, to be able to keep track of such a wide variety of people? To dampen their magic and bring them back to life? What was the point of it all?

It explained why Yomi hadn't actively been trying to escape when he met her, perfectly calm about her situation. Skulduggery knew how multiple failed attempts at escape could completely shatter a person's desire to do anything but what they were told. The boy next to him sounded like he had been stuck here for a while, and he had said that getting home wasn't easy.

Of course, when Skulduggery did escape, where would he escape to? Back to his own reality, appearing out of thin air in front of Valkyrie? Or back to where he should be, in whatever dimension the Faceless Ones had been banished to? He didn't know, because he didn't understand the kind of power being used here, and that was more frustrating than he would have liked to admit.

"Where are you from?" Skulduggery asked, deciding that at this point, any information would be useful information. Maybe he could figure out what kind of reality this prison was in.