It's a strange thing, not existing. The absolute nothingness of it, and with that great emptiness, there is the feeling of being everything. That is of course, if one existed enough to feel anything in the first place.
But then, out of the ever changing null, things began to pull themselves together. Similar to the way bits of dark matter clumped together to form the universe, solar system, and everything else in an explosive big bang, Hilary and his companions were conceived in a relatively flashy manner. Albeit less explosive than the Big Bang, but flashy nevertheless. Very flashy, actually. Of the blinding-white variety.
It's even stranger to exist. So many things in one place, all things ripe and swollen with possibilities. Hilary acknowledged this, but didn't particularly care. The fact that he was here, in this place, right now, out-shined everything else. 'Hey... I have hair...' Hilary reached up and briefly touched one of the dull locks that fell into his face. And clothes. Clothes were always a plus.
Finally taking his attention off himself, Hilary scanned the room. There were other people around him, but he wasn't too sure what he was supposed to do with that information. In the end, Hilary sat himself down, still confused as to what he was supposed to be doing, and not really caring about the others at the moment.
It wasn't like people mattered anyways.