Squeezing some man’s hand had never felt so invigoration.

The squeeze brought my senses back

in a slow and careful way. Blurry eyes had told me that Doctor was still awake, but others around him
were asleep. The voice of Doctor was calm, but that was all I could get. My hand just unconsciously held
his in a death grip, and wouldn’t let go. Blinking wasn’t clearing the blur away, so my eyes closed again.

More of that sharp pinching pain in the crook of my arm, it made the blurriness and confusion
go away, but the blackness come again. Pressure was no longer an issue as the few seconds ticked on for
minutes, distorting again as my consciousness shifted and died, renewing my feeling of comfort in
nothingness.

I can’t tell how long this feverish exchange went on. Or how medicated I must have been when I
woke up. When I woke up this time though, there was no one there. My arms were restrained by a cold
uncomfortable metal; and my legs as well. Trying to move my head proved useless, I felt like shit, or
rather, like shit that had been frozen, micro-waved, eaten, and then shit again. Again there was a button
near my hand, and I could now pretty clearly see the words “push me.” It really made me wonder if I
was in some alternate reality, Alice in Wonderland type world, fat lot of good that had done her. Of
course, then I realized that this whole freaking place was a giant can of fantasy, so why not? This time,
pushing came easier, but it took a lot of energy, and my growling stomach started to pine weakly for
food.

It wasn’t very dramatic, at first I didn’t think it did anything, but after a few minutes, which I
counted to keep myself distracted from the odd torture-like way my arms and legs were held, the door
opened, and I viewed another summer seen with a courtyard. My view of the courtyard was slightly
hampered by seeing pretty much everyone there, and a few burly men wearing nametags that were
blank. All of them looked like they were prepared for the worse.

Amidst the view of the restrained girl with a pale face, they saw the better sense of life in her
eyes and considered the girl okay. The men stayed outside of the place, but Doctor came in, putting
mike on my shoulder. He had taken the form of a rather small ferret, weak as well due to our mental
link. I tried to straighten up and slide my arms from the restraints, but not only did they stop me, but I
got a nip on the ear from a disgruntled ferret.

“You, scaring us half to death, do you think it’s funny? Huh? Yeah well it isn’t, listen to Doctor.
Understood? Answer!” This time I was ready for the speaking, I heard it straight in my head so I just sort
of thought back to him. Don’t ask how it works, it’s complicated

“Ha, I probably look like death don’t I? It sort of felt like I died back there anyway.” In an answer
to my unspoken question, Doctor answered.

“Well. You died.”