Those other timelines are the real Hell - Vox feels like he's won the lottery four times over. Time slips by easily, song after song after song passing and his fans and sweat both working harder and harder to keep him cool. There's a throbbing ache in his side, but it's far too easy to ignore as they dance - it'd have to be Alastor that pulls them into a break, because Vox may never leave the zone.