11.2

I was so absorbed in the picture that I didn't realise that the door had opened and an old guy was standing there. This was the guy whose picture I had seen on the table besides that of the girl, the one I was still holding when I saw him standing at the entrance of the room.

"You have come back."—old man.

"Who are you?"—me.

"And where am I?"—me.

"You are home son."—old man.

"What?"—me.

"Lets take a walk shall we."—old man. He said that and walked away, escaping my field of vision behind the steel doors.

I followed him and found him right outside waiting for me. We walked through the corridor which was greyish and many huge pictures were decorating the walls. The corridor opened into a space where the roof was not present as an opaque material but a transparent glass. The space bellow it was not concrete but soft grass and plants. There were people there wearing white suits that covered everything except the face. They all smiled at me when I walked right into the middle of the space. It was huge. I had left behind the old man but he followed me.

"You don't recall any of this I suppose."—old man.

I turned around and found him standing there.

"I don't."—me.

"Come with me."—old man.