"There's nothing I can do," thought Johnathan. Just as he was about to simply surrender, there was a slight glimmer off in the distance. There was hope...
After the re-emerge procedure, which he was very familiar with by now, the Universe was really odd; he was located in a featureless haze of dim light with no discernible objects in it, apart from his cigarette lighter which lay nearby.
Immediately Johnathon swore off smoking and tossed the lighter into the wormhole he had recently fallen from, shaking his head at the thought of even one more of those foul cigarettes. He at once regretted his haste with the decision to toss the lighter because...
Johnathon stood scratching his head, wondering the fate of a universe where an infinitely dense accumulation of socks (washed or otherwise) was possible.
Then he remembered an old physics paper by maverick physicist Professor Nemo Nonce: "Mass Reduction of the Universe Due to the Gravitational Collapse of Accumulations of Laundered and Unlaundered Socks."