Flash . . . flash . . . flash. . . Bright lights passed over my closed eyelids. I slowly opened them to find out what was happened, but the light was too bright, I immediately shut them.
“He seems to be waking up . . .” Hushed voices whispered words above me.
“Finally someone to tell me what is going on! But to be on the safe side, I won’t fully open my eyes.” I cleverly thought.
Slowly, I opened my dominant eye a little and focused my mind on the voices.
“He isn’t awake! You must be hallucinating!” A male voice angrily accused in a low tone.
“I’m sorry Professor Stewart . . . for trying to have a conscience!” A female voice retorted.
All was silent until I heard myself being strapped into something . . . whatever it was, it certainly wasn’t comfortable.
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