The metal chair sat in the middle of the dimly lit room. This four-legged chair was old and had seen many years of abuse. As it sat, the chair seemed to lean, not flat nor stable. The chair was alone. There wasn\u2019t even a table, just this dingy metal folding chair in the middle of this room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhere am I?\u201d He thought.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The more he thought the more\npain he experienced in his head. It was like a hammer into his skull when he\nreached back into his mind. He had been pacing this room for exactly two hours,\nthirty-seven minutes and twelve seconds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHow do I even know that?\u201d he\nthought, experiencing no pain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He looked about the room. Still, four crumbling walls, a black glassed window, and a bolted metal door with no handle. The ceiling and floor where both concrete, yet the walls were some sort of reinforced cinderblock worn with time. He did know that the building was old, possibly decades old, yet the door and window were installed quite recently. He touched the walls. Bits fell as it chipped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhere am I?\u201d he asked himself\nagain. \u201cWhy am I \u2026 \u201d the question unlocked something in his mind. As he stood\nhe looked down at his hands. Two hands, ten fingers. He wiggled them. He knew\nthey were there but yet the feeling felt \u2026 new. Looking through his hands he\nsaw his feet. A pair of black leather suede shoes. Oxfords he believed, but how\nhe knew he couldn\u2019t place it. He wiggled his toes. The feeling excited him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He was dressed in a black two-button executive suit. Custom tailored, custom fit. His pants held only one crease. Underneath his suit, he had a fancy white shirt with a black matching tie. He glanced at it. He used his left hand to feel the smoothness of the tie while the right felt the knot. He didn\u2019t know how he knew, but he did know that it was knotted with a Windsor knot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDid you say something? He\nspoke out loud. Shocked he had a voice. He looked up from the tie and directly\nthrough the blacked out a widow in the crumbling wall. There was a voice on the\nother side of the glass. He couldn\u2019t make out who said it but he did know there\nwere two beings behind the glass observing him. His sudden outburst caused both\nto let out a duet of gasps when he spoke.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Only silence was their reply. Yet, he was completely positive what one had said\u2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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