a few hours later . . .
You look to the right and see through the glass of the dome. It's the
first time you took a really good look at your surroundings. You see
a lot of puddles of water that reflects every color of the rainbow.
The puddles appear to be on and ice-like substance, only it isn't cold
or slippery. You don't see any other buildings, the buildings you
thought you had seen before had vanished.
You turn back to your left where the boy was sitting and notice he's
no longer there.
You wake up, no longer feeling tired, no longer in pain. You touch
your head, which is now clean of blood and has some guaze wrapped
around your forehead and back of your head, like a headband. You look
to your left, where the silent boy is sitting on another mattress
writing in a book. There's something written on the front, but the
boy snaps it shut and puts it under the mattress before you can make
it out. He gives you an embarassed smile and you realize that it
would be a big mistake to read that book.
