And that was the last thing anybody remembered. That, and the sudden bright flash of white light.
Thirteen days later, Scott wakes up in a bed. This doesn't seem to be a hospital bed, and the room was dark except for the light shining in from under the door. Scott feels very tired from being out for the past two weeks. His stomach roars in hunger.
"I need to eat. No, scratch that, I need to find the bathroom," mutters Scott as he opens the door. He puts a hand over his eyes until he can readjust to the bright light.
After getting done in the washroom, Scott enjoys breakfast. He would decide to find out what happened to him as soon as he got done.
Thu May 6 03:37:00 1999
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