Precursor

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Black.

White.

The ceiling, maybe? Where am I? I'm not sure. It's not uncomfortable. A bed? No. Been here before? I don't think so. Get up. Lying down. Searching for something? What was it?

Or who?

It was a person. She.

Headache.

It's almost cold in here. Not quite, though. I shiver. I check, all clothes in tact. Where are my shoes?

How did I get here?

A couch. Whose couch? The room is nice, anyway. Nicer than home. Where is home? I should remember things like this. Hangover? I don't think so.

Different than that. More... natural feeling. My head hates me.

I need a drink. A glass of water on the table beside the couch. Mine?

I drink it. All. Wait.

I should have smelled it first. Something's not right. I shouldn't be Here. I should be. Where?

Thinking for a moment.

Underground?

Not dead, though. The basement?

The water tastes good. Is there more of it? Sadly, no.

What time is it? I check my watch.

Good idea!

My watch is not working. Battery dead? Why?

Headache subsiding, though. Quickly. Hrm. Strange.

What's going on here?