200 years later...
You open your eyes to see that you are now all alone in a bare white
room. The walls, the floor, the ceiling, all bare. It is silent
though, you know there must be something out there. You rise from your
bed, yanking funny looking strings that are connecting all parts of
your body to the hard white bed. Making your way to the door you come
to a halt. Turning the handle you look in both directions to see if
there are any other humans around. You see down a long white passage
two solid gray doors with clear openings in the middle of them.
Through this you can see hundreds of people running back and forth
pushing carts, of some sort, some with people on them, other with
large bags. In disarray, and utter confusion, you turn back to the
wall only to see a square piece of parchment hanging from the wall.
It must be a calendar. You recognize the months printed on the top of
the pages. But something catches your eyes. You glance at the bottom
of the page when you see the number �2005�. What ever could that
mean. It can�t, it couldn�t, no�the last time you laid eyes upon a
calendar it read, �1805��
