You head back down to the porch, flicking the quarter off the side and into the abyss.

...

After a moment, a distant, fleeting whistle calls back to you until the darkness swallows it up.

...

It's been about thirty seconds. You have yet to hear it hit anything.

You decide to go back inside. The nothingness is starting to get to you.

What are you supposed to do? How is this even possible? Why is your house in the middle of the void? How did it get there??

You rush to the front door and swing it open. It's all void past the steps. You slam the door closed and sit down against the wall.

You try to take some deep breathes. In... Out... In..... Out......

Fucking hell, you were not ready for this...

You take some time to collect yourself and sort your thoughts out. Panicking won't do you any good.