An unknown amount of time passed before Lou regained consciousness.

He came back to reality slowly, taking in what his confused mind and the robbing head

would allow.

He was in a chair.

His attempt to move though was stifled by something.

His eyes were pulsing in painful rhythm with his rapidly accelerating heartbeat.

The room was well lit, a harsh white that could come from no other source than industrial

fluorescent tubes.

He moved his head left to right, winsing at the stiffness that settled onto his neck.

On both sides he saw rows of white sheets.

They're sort with a hard plastic basin, backrests that could be linked together if desired.

The floor was white tile, looking ahead, he saw a podium with a microphone rising from

it.

Speakers were set up in the corners, and in the very center was a table coverage and white

cloth.

As Lou continued to gather any information, the mic explained where he was and how he

got here.

He suddenly heard footsteps approaching quickly.

They were very loud in the large space as they clicked on my hard tiles.

Hello?

Lou called out.

In a blur, a large figure walked past him.

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