[vii] until my hands go weak

[unbiaseddeath]

[Guess who accidentally discovered alcohol? VOICE;]

I do.. not understand. What. Is. Going. On. I did not think? That I....

[...]

This is not death. This is.. something else. Something else. Someone... tell me how I am supposed to get to my home, because.. [He actually laughs a little.] I.. do not know where it is.