It was funny that Dan had originally referred to it as darkness, but the more he pressed ever-so-gently? The more he could see that what was festering in Richie's mind, buried deep beyond shelves and shelves, windows and walls, however his mindscape actually looked (it could be a hedge maze like Dan, a cathedral like Rose, a library like Abra) was something bright.
Something that was definitely nasty, something that burned like fiery stars. A little piece of a place that went on forever.
"You can still see things?" he asked in a rumble. "Precognitively?"