I saw what was coming through the void, the entity that James has made contact with. It is... Sunyata." 'Shuun what?" It's Sanskrit. Means "emptiness", and that's the essence of this entity. It's essentially empty, a voidness within the void. And it's hungry, needs to be filled. You see,' Owain said, his eyes scared, 'it's not the Great Intelligence. Or at least, not exactly. Or maybe, the Great Intelligence is not precisely what we believed it to be. Sunyata is the not-self, as Theravada Buddhists might say.' He stopped, and blinked, clearly confused. "Take it slow, Owain. What exactly is this entity?' 'It's... It exists in all dimensions. Or at least impressions of it do. We call these impression the Great Intelligence. And there's a version of it in every universe, but it doesn't always come into being in the same way. Sometimes it's the result of a transcended existence, sometimes it's a creature that existed before the Big Bang, and other times it's... But that doesn't matter. The Great Intelligence, my consciousness, it's just a...' Owain held up a hand, and pressed it firmly on the wrinkled bedsheet beside him. 'Like that. A handprint on the universe. A handprint belonging to Sunyata.' Lethbridge-Stewart looked up as Bishop returned with Lindsay. He raised a hand to hold them back for now. Owain appeared calm again.