Sloan floated in a black void. Omaha's arms remained wrapped around her, and the small girl's body pressed against Sloan's back. All around them drifted the grief cubes dropped by the archon. They orbited like an asteroid belt, with Sloan and Omaha the heavenly object at their center.
"So you took the cubes," said Sloan. "Where is this place. Are we invisible?"
"Ah... no, not quite. But don't worry, we're even safer. Here, nobody can hurt us, nobody at all..."
Everything was only black. No stars or suns or planets. Nothing but them and the grief cubes. Nor any oxygen. Sloan tried to breathe and couldn't. But somehow she needed no breath and could speak without air.
"This..." said Omaha, "This is the crevice between universes."
"Between. What? Omaha, I don't care about any of this. I think I'm just gonna die. Let that pink doll take me away."
"Ah, so you saw Liebe..." said Omaha. "She came to take Miss Delaney, right? I knew Miss Delaney died somehow, because my wrist healed... see?" She held up her hand. No trace remained of the gash Delaney had inflicted upon her. "Anyway, not even Liebe can reach you here. Your Soul Gem won't become more tainted, no matter what you do. As I said... we're outside the universe. Its laws don't apply here. Nothing applies here..."
"What?!" Sloan struggled against Omaha's grip. "So this is limbo? We're stuck here forever?"
Omaha giggled. Except she was so awkward about it, it came out forced and strained. "No, silly... I can come and go anytime I want. I can take you or anyone else with me. It's easy, really..."
A hole opened in front of them. Beyond it lay the streets of Minneapolis and the Chicago girls gathered around a miserable Hennepin. Omaha pushed Sloan outside, into the cold.
(Fargo, chapter 28)