11.1

I woke up in a very comfortable chair, it was spongy, it was soft and yet rough. It was black in the hand rests and black in the seat too. I had blurry vision, and a hell of a headache. When the vision stabilised I looked around the place, it was an office of some sort. I was sitting on the other side of a big desk with a huge monitor mounted on it. A lot of files here and there, two landlines.

I tried to remember how I got there but the last thing I could recollect was getting on the plane with her,

'her…'

'where is she?'

'what happened?'

I could see glimpses.

'the room'

'the things'

'I was…there'

'the plane took off.'

'what happened ?'

But I had pieces only. The whole story was shattered. I could recollect everything from waking up in the room to getting on the plane to look for something but after that I was blank. I remembered Adam and Eve. Remembered her.

I moved around and looked at the room nicely. It was different from the last room I had woke up in and it was not exactly white. There was steel door behind me which was seeming strong enough to stop a rocket.

I left the chair and I walked the room looking for answers. There were pictures of some old fellow on the table and a little girl.

I picked up the grey frame and looked closely at the picture of the little girl.