Nothing was familiar. As his eyes adjusted to his surroundings, he realized that he had never been in this room before and had no idea what it meant to wake up in it. It was a bare room. It seemed as if it had been stripped off its furnishings a long time ago; the tell- tale yellow marks of glue that must have held wallpaper to the wall and the chipped paint was evidence that no one had lived here in a long time. He was lying on a floor that was full of dust and made a fine imprint of his body as he stood up. He checked himself for injuries, flexing each leg and arm muscle but found himself feeling oddly well for someone who has found himself in such circumstances.
Looking at his clothes, he realized he was quite well dressed; black patent leather shoes, black trousers and a collared light blue shirt. The trouble was that he could not for the life of him remember his name. Who was he? What
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Putting the wallet back where he found it and making a three sixty degree turn, he saw what he was looking for but did not expect it to be a glass door. All he could see outside the door was a white wall; well not exactly a wall but something that constituted a white wall. Could it be fog? He took one step towards the door, gingerly, like a cat. Then another and another until he was on the threshold. As soon as he stepped outside, a feeling of dread overcame him and he gasped loudly. Since he could not see anything except the white fog-like impression of a wall, he had trouble making up his mind where to go. Left or right? Or straight? While he was deciding, his mind went on alert. It wasn’t a sound. Nor was it something he saw. It was merely a feeling. Like he was being watched – followed – hunted? He turned to the left and ran as fast as his legs could take him. Into the white nothingness! He ran and ran and ran until his legs gave up and buckled under him. he fell down and welcomed the