Night 49: Group Therapy Room 4
[From here.]
"Where-" Reeve began, but his words caught in his throat as he stepped into the hall. Or rather, what was not the hall. He cast his flashlight beam into the corners of the room, and found the space tight, constricted and limited. His thoughts became a jumble as he rearranged his expectations. This was the wrong place. In the dark, it hadn't been immediately noticeable, but now the obvious differences insulted and embarrassed him.
It was just a plain, dull room with colors that faded into the shadows. A round table, some chairs, all in a slightly unusual style. Reeve took several hesitant steps further in, staring at what he should not have been seeing. They had gone through the same door... hadn't they? There had been no other way out. What had just happened wasn't possible. Reeve felt his orientation start to fall apart, and frustration filled in the gaps. The more that he grasped for a reasonable explanation, the more ridiculous he felt. None of them satisfied him, and he recalled that Mihai had said that the oddly placed office was wrong. Reeve was ashamed to have dismissed him as insane, if he was suffering from the same delusions.
"You, ah, you said the office was not where it was supposed to be." It was a grossly understated reaction to the situation, but preferable to panic, he supposed.
"Where-" Reeve began, but his words caught in his throat as he stepped into the hall. Or rather, what was not the hall. He cast his flashlight beam into the corners of the room, and found the space tight, constricted and limited. His thoughts became a jumble as he rearranged his expectations. This was the wrong place. In the dark, it hadn't been immediately noticeable, but now the obvious differences insulted and embarrassed him.
It was just a plain, dull room with colors that faded into the shadows. A round table, some chairs, all in a slightly unusual style. Reeve took several hesitant steps further in, staring at what he should not have been seeing. They had gone through the same door... hadn't they? There had been no other way out. What had just happened wasn't possible. Reeve felt his orientation start to fall apart, and frustration filled in the gaps. The more that he grasped for a reasonable explanation, the more ridiculous he felt. None of them satisfied him, and he recalled that Mihai had said that the oddly placed office was wrong. Reeve was ashamed to have dismissed him as insane, if he was suffering from the same delusions.
"You, ah, you said the office was not where it was supposed to be." It was a grossly understated reaction to the situation, but preferable to panic, he supposed.