Deep within Cairngorm, close to the northern tip of Scotland. Eredith Driscol sat beside a lake. He had spent the last year inbetwix three points. The first was this forest. With what little forest there was, he tried to stick the best he could to it, although the central Scotland wasn’t where he had first tried to settle. The open areas of Cairngorm were a stark contrast to his father’s home in Whales.

The only time he traveled there anymore was for the comfort of a bed, which he had moved down into the family’s library. His father had not objected, nor would it have mattered to Eredith if he had. He had as much right as his father did to tell him what to do.

The final place was Stonehenge. He first had gone there as a child, and largely ignored it, but now, when ever Eredith returned, he felt that something was missing. He didn’t do much besides inspect the stonework, and think.

Eredith had always been good at that.

But now, as the days passed along, them all stringing into one another, traveling back and forth between these places began to become tiresome, and he had planned to meet up with someone in a weeks’ time. And unlike the travel on the island of the United Kingdom’s, He would have to take time to repair his motorcycle before he left.

Teleportation made travel faster, but it was strenuous, and frightened the animals when he just popped into existence.

Standing, Eredith pulled his favourite long jacket on, and walked into the thickest part of the forest. No one had seen him yet here, so he believed it still safe.

His mind had turned from contemplating life, and philosophy to mathematics. Or more, how he was about to pervert them. His relationship with the physical world was becoming strained, and he was sure that one day, she might be fickle and just break the relationship altogether. But there he went, forcing women who didn’t exist into his life once more.

“Illusions commend themselves to us because they save us pain and allow us to enjoy pleasure instead. We must therefore accept it without complaint when they sometimes collide with a bit of reality against which they are dashed to pieces.” He said with a horse voice. It had been months since he had spoken.

The air around Eredith snapped, like someone had pulled the plug in reality’s bathtub and it began to swirl inwards, the trees and grass spiralling towards the point, a singularity. It began to spread, pulling everything inwards, except Eredith. He stood there calmly, holding the singularity between two hands.

And with that, he was gone.

-- DarcLeon

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Eredith's abilities involve giving physics the middle finger...basically XD