[one]
Midday. When he awoke the sun was shining and a breeze was drifting through the room. The sound of children playing could be heard in the distance, a dog barking. He opened his eyes and saw his surroundings for the first time. It reminded him of what his parents' house would have looked like had they lived in the United States. Very idyllic and clean, very 50's black and white family programming.
Very not where he was the last time he was awake. Not his home.
His first thought--Right, I've finally gone mad and I'm hallucinating. Second thought, I could be on some really fine drugs. God knows what Knight had in that IV. Third thought, ... there was no third thought. It was fear settling upon him. He was trapped. Again.
The first walk through of the house found no-one home. It was obvious someone else lived here--at least three someone-elses. There were photos of himself and a young woman that hinted at marriage (Jesus wept, she could be my daughter), others of two even younger people that he didn't recognize either. A family home.
Dreaming. Hallucinating. Something.
He found the telephone, an old fifties style, heavy with a rotary dial, and raised the handset.
[open message to whomever is listening]
Is anyone there? Does anyone know what in hell is going on? This isn't where I'm supposed to be. I think.
Very not where he was the last time he was awake. Not his home.
His first thought--Right, I've finally gone mad and I'm hallucinating. Second thought, I could be on some really fine drugs. God knows what Knight had in that IV. Third thought, ... there was no third thought. It was fear settling upon him. He was trapped. Again.
The first walk through of the house found no-one home. It was obvious someone else lived here--at least three someone-elses. There were photos of himself and a young woman that hinted at marriage (Jesus wept, she could be my daughter), others of two even younger people that he didn't recognize either. A family home.
Dreaming. Hallucinating. Something.
He found the telephone, an old fifties style, heavy with a rotary dial, and raised the handset.
[open message to whomever is listening]
Is anyone there? Does anyone know what in hell is going on? This isn't where I'm supposed to be. I think.