His eyes snapped open like they always do from a sleep that has been semiconscious for the past 30 years. Being wary of his surroundings has become a habit even in his sleep.

Not having noticed anything out of place he reaches for Mary on his right but his love isn't there. He runs through her place with his fingers a bit frantic. Realization dawns upon him. His eyes narrowing with an anxious shine in them. His beloved is gone.

He finally stands up and looks around the white room, which was one of his hard-earned privileges. The aged man is losing his cool for the first time in exactly 25 years and 67 days, where his Mary had changed forever.

As he looked upon the endless white across the horizon, he despaired as he couldn't even find the slightest clue of his beloved.

He broke. Like many of his brothers did before him he couldn't keep the charade of hope up. His vision darkens and seems blurry as his arms twine around his knees in a fetal position

.....

...

[Mh, the last few Newbies were being cry-babies after my explanation but this one is already at that point hihiihihihihi]

He wanted to ignore this all to familiar voice as nothing seemed important anymore but something was unconsciously picked up: 'Did he just call me a Newbie?'