"!"
As his eyes opened on a now-familiar ceiling, Noah reached an unbelievable conclusion: somehow, he had survived, and this time, he knew perfectly well where he was.
The gem-like lamp on his ceiling radiated a blinding, pure white light, adding to his confusion. For a long moment, he stared at the many pieces of furniture in his room, unable to form any coherent thoughts aside from a rather persistent question.
"(What was I thinking about again?)"