"I hadn't decided," the primordial visitor openly declared in what could almost have been a purr of contemplation. "Things are different here... Confusing. Light, like... Hissing feathers. The heaviness is gone."

Had she been of a more scientific mind, there would have been an allusion to a lower frequency of atomic vibrations. The eighties brought with them increased use of microchips and other technologies in medical hardware and near-death experiences were being more commonly reported to researchers. Not all of them, however, were positive. Those which spoke of darker places infested with horrifying entities, often also gave testimony to a much heavier atmospheric pressure and of loneliness being a horridly tangible sensation - save for the things which could be sensed stirring in the darkness or screams of sheer agony from... Other places.

For those who had truly visited hell, it was a genuinely terrifying place and those lost souls who found themselves there were to be pitied.

And this was a denizen of it. A creature used to thriving in a climate of the damned, than the streets of Vegas.

What kind of mentality could be homesick for a place like that?

"But the undead and others of your world are nutritious enough."