Sam shoots an annoyed glance at him, clearly annoyed that Chino talked. Whatever, I'm tired of running from everyone, even my teammates. Everyone breaks off and Chino manages to drag himself into a bed. He barely has time to get in before he falls into a nightmare-plagued sleep.
Chino finds himself surrounded by darkness. He looks around, but nothing happens. He takes a step forward, but is pulled down. The darkness has gripped him with its tendrils and is pulling him into itself. He doesn't even have time to scream.
He's staring at an oak floor. He pushes himself up to his feet and looks around. He's in the house, in Aspen. There are bodies, dead bodies, everywhere. He even recognizes their faces. There is Ace, there is Katsina. There are too many to count, yet they are somehow all visible as distinct corpses. There is Ohanzee, at the top of the stairs. He turns around and sees Doc, lying there, slumped against the couch, covered in blood. But he's not dead. Somehow, Doc manages to stand, and he shouts, "Look at what you've done! Why didn't you tell us ... us ... us?" The last word echoes as Doc fades from view. Chino hears a whisper in his ear, "What kind of person are you ... you ... you?" As Chino stands there, he tries to say something, anything. Until he realizes there is nothing he can say. A tendril of darkness rises out of the wooden floor and wraps itself around his leg, climbing up towards his eyes. He vainly struggles against it, but as they reach his eyes, the world goes black.
He finds himself in some sort of maze, everything is dark. Even the walls are dark, not even visible. As if shadow was turned into solid form. He sees bright spots, but he doesn't understand. As he stands there, uneasy about what he just experienced, the a shadowy arm rises out of the floor and grabs him. Before he can struggle, Chino is thrown towards one of the lights.
And then everything is bright again. Chino raises his arm to ward off the blinding light, as his eyes get used to his surroundings. Now where am I? A car, a cliff. He's back at the crash. Except, something's different. Chino opens a door on the car. No one is there. He looks around, there are no footprints. After a minute, he looks in the back of the car. Lying there, is a crate. The same crate with the obelisk. In a flash of anger, Chino rips the lid off of the crate. The obelisk stares back at him, it's black surface smooth and shining. The devil is always smooth and shiny, that's how he gets you. Chino looks up, and sees Sam staring at him. His body is riddled with injuries. In a strong voice, he commands, "Destroy it. It is the only way." Chino looks down at the obelisk; it stares back at him, as if it's alive and can see through his soul. He glances at his hands, and then looks at Sam. "Destroy it!" Sam shouts before collapsing. Chino roars in rage, raising his arm into the air. He brings his fist down with every intention of destroying it, but the obelisk shifts and shadow coalesces around it. As his fist connects, the shadow eats his arm, slowly crawling towards his chest. It burns as if he was burning alive, yet it is agonizingly cold as if he was freezing to death. He is in so much pain that not a sound escapes his mouth, and he watches in agony as the shadow eventually consumes his body. He closes his eyes, as he is unable to watch the shadow move towards his head.
And then he reopens them, all pain gone. Panting from the effort, pushes himself onto his hands and knees. Another hardwood floor. Am I back where I started? He looks down at his arm, it's not his. It's Doc's. He stands up and looks around, only to find his eyes settling on, well, himself. He hears himself say, without even thinking about it, "This sneaking shit's not really by thing." Chino, the other Chino, laughs and says, "Okay, okay, The only things holding us back are fear and good judgement." This is familiar, why is this so damn familiar? He hears himself say, "Never had a problem with either." Chino replies, "Me either. Let's hit it!" He kicks the door open, and the world seems to go out of focus.
When it reappears, Chino is back in his own body, looking at what could only be called a slaughter. Chino goes forward to take a closer look. Their faces ... all of their faces ... oh, Ghost, what have I done? What have I done! Chino stumbles back as he recognizes the victim's faces; they were all one face actually, APB's. The world flickers as he is whipped back to the cold mountains, APB's face a dead stare into Chino's eyes. "I'm so sorry," he says, as he reaches out to close her eyes. Her arm whips up and catches his hand. Chino stares in horror as the dead elf speaks. "You. You! You did this! Look around! You did this, and you enjoyed it!" She flings his arm away, and his vision darkens.
For the final time, he is in the maze, but this time, he sees no lights. Only the cold, bitter, darkness. Chino sits there and stares at his body, realizing the truth in APB's words. Blissfully, his consciousness fades into oblivion.