Cross Plains, Texas; June 11, 1936: devastated and distraught over his mother's final illness, Robert E. Howard, pulp writer, shot himself in the head. Never regaining consciousness, he died eight hours later. But what might have happened in those hours as he hovered between life and death, between this world and another? What further adventures could he have experienced in his brilliant, dark, troubled mind? Perhaps some of his favorite characters might have revisited their creator to say one last, final goodbyeor would it be final? Or even goodbye? "The mind is a universe"